Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I quickly bucked until he was off me enough for me to get out of the bed. He looked at me, first confused, and then his expression started to drop. I backed away from him slowly and then gave him a smile and waved my finger and tsk tsk’d at him.
“Tia?” He tilted his head at me.
“The only way you get to fuck me tonight, Tommy Ferrano, is if you can catch me.”
Shock flashed on his face. I gave him a big, dazzling, maybe phony-looking smile and then I bolted into the closest bathroom, the Hers bathroom, locking the door.
My heart was racing. I could do this. I could play a game tonight. Granted, it wasn’t very creative, but it seemed to distract me from the emotions whirling around in my brain, if only temporarily. If I played a game maybe the tone would stay where I could handle it. I was wet with anticipation. I pushed away my “What the fuck?” thoughts.
A few seconds later, I heard the doorknob jiggle and then it went silent. I stood there, heart racing, almost panting with anticipation. I waited. Then I heard a tinny scratchy sound. Was he picking the lock? I braced myself.
Approximately 4.5 seconds later the door swung open and he was standing there with this intense look on his face, his eyes lit with something dangerous. I’m sure I was standing there, wild-eyed, too. I had his white tuxedo shirt on, with just the bottom few buttons done up and my hair must’ve looked like it’d been in a windstorm.
He was naked and his erection should’ve been allocated its own zip code. He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms, “You’re not very good at this game, are you? Where do you think you’re gonna go from here?”
I summoned my inner vixen and shrugged at him. “Maybe I wanted to be easy to catch.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to try to lock me out?” He was trying to be serious, but failing. He gave me a smirk. I smirked back. Then he tried to look serious. So I tried to look serious, too.
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at him for a second, then shrugged and said, “Do you think you need to maybe teach me a lesson for that?”
He grinned at me. “Damn straight. But you made it too easy.”
I shrugged. “Maybe I’ve got a surprise attack planned.”
His eyes went cold. “A what?”
Whoa; a bucket of ice-cold water might as well have been dumped on my libido and my smugness right then and there. Not the right answer given the state of our relationship the past few days. I shook my head frantically, needing desperately to backpedal.
“I didn’t mean anything violent… I meant…”
He closed the distance between us and was right up against me, making me gasp in surprise. His lips crashed into mine and then he said against them. “Drop the fucking act.”
My heart was thudding wildly.
“Just drop it,” he whispered. He then had my bottom lip between his teeth and he let out a sound of pleasure that reverberated through my whole body.
I couldn’t be a player; I was going to lose. He was totally in control here right now. I sucked at this.
“Who do you belong to, Athena?” His mouth was by my ear.
Fuck. Shit. My blood ran cold.
He moved back an inch or two and looked down at me. I looked up into his eyes and he looked so sexy, red fucking hot with lust.
“Who?” he demanded.
It felt like all the air left my lungs and then like something inside of me snapped, like an elastic band pulled too far.
“You,” I said and a huge weight vanished off my shoulders. Vanished.
Then it was like a bomb went off in that bathroom. He hiked me up onto the vanity and violently tore my underwear down my hips and off of me, and then he plunged his cock deep into me, one hand on my lower back and the other braced against the mirror. Bottles, hair tools, and cosmetics tumbled onto the floor and something splashed into the toilet. Something glass smashed. He didn’t stop. He didn’t take his eyes off mine. He was, clearly, completely thrilled with that declaration.
I wrapped my legs around him, dug my nails into his back, and he let out this primal sound, almost like a growl. He let go of the mirror and had a fistful of my hair in his hand. I squealed in both surprise and pain as desire surged through me.
He stopped and looked at me for a beat, breathless, then moved a few times in and out of me. I bit hard on my bottom lip, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
He lifted me and then we tumbled to the floor in the midst of curling and flat irons, hairbrushes, a broken glass bottle of facial cleanser, broken plastic blush case with chunks of blush powder all over the place, that he shoved aside. And then my legs were up and over his shoulders. As I pulled the prickly round hair brush out from under my lower back and tossed it out of the way, he started to pound the fuck out of me on that bathroom floor.