Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Hm, I’m torn.” He pulls my hair firmly but not too hard and kisses me over my shoulder. I get up on my hands and knees, legs spread, and he presses his cock against my aching pussy, already dripping for him.
Slowly, he sinks into me. I groan, back arching as he fucks me from behind. I don’t last long like that—it’s not great on my knees—and soon I’m straddling him, rolling my hips, bouncing up and down on his cock.
He teases my breasts, licks my nipples, sits up to kiss my lips and bite them. He heaps praise on me, tells me how much he loves my body, how much he needs to be near me, to be inside of me, and I can’t get enough of it. I grind harder, riding faster, heat building and building until I come again, my entire body going into a spasm.
Adler doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it and fills me to the brim with his cum, both of us a sweaty mess as we collapse onto the sheets together, his arms wrapped around my body, our skin sticking together.
“You know, you don’t have to try to get me pregnant,” I tease, grinning a little.
“Why not?” he asks.
I nudge him with an elbow. “Because the contract’s bullshit? You don’t really need a kid.”
“That’s true, but what if I want one?”
A strange, sudden thrill runs down my core. “Do you really want a family? You don’t seem like the type.”
“I do,” he confesses. “I want a chance to do better than my father did.”
I close my eyes. “I like that idea.”
“I can give my children so much. I feel like I’ve been thinking about it for decades now, all the ways my father fucked up, all the ways he ruined us. I think if given the chance, I can do better.” He pauses, breathing deeply. “Or at least fuck up in different ways.”
“I think most parents screw up. Nobody’s perfect, right? Except some of them are worse than others.”
“Like yours, for example.”
I nod slightly. “Like mine.”
“I notice you haven’t been in touch with them since coming to live with me.”
“I’ve spoken to my mom a few times. It’s just—” I sigh, feeling itchy and bad, like I always do when this subject comes up. “My parents weren’t the easiest to be around. They were supportive after the accident, but only for so long. I honestly don’t think I would’ve gone back to work as fat as I did if it weren’t for my father pushing me into it.”
“I wish we were closer back then. I could’ve taken care of you the way I always wanted to.”
“And how’s that?”
“I want to give you everything. Make your life easy instead of watching you struggle.”
“You can’t take all my pain away, you know.” I rub my knee absently. “It won’t ever be like the away it was before.”
“I know that.”
“And you don’t owe me anything, either.” I shift, turn around, and look into his eyes. “I need you to understand that. I don’t want you to keep doing this because of some misguided guilt you haven’t completely dealt with.”
He looks back into my eyes and strokes my cheek. “At first, it might’ve been about that. But then the years passed and I got to know you, really got to know you, and I realized something.”
“Realized what?”
“That I care about you. It wasn’t guilt driving me anymore. It was something else.”
I feel it between us, that something else. An emotion I haven’t been able to define—or at least haven’t wanted to define just yet. The moment I think it, the moment I speak it, that’s when it’ll come into being, and I’m afraid if we try to hold on too tightly, it’ll only ruin what we have.
“I feel the same way. About you. Not about me.”
He smiles. “I know.”
“But I’m still trying to figure this out. I’m not sure exactly what I want. Everything that’s happened, and everything that’s still coming, I don’t know.”
“You’re worried.”
“About a million things. Shane, Roxie, me and you, my parents, your mother, your brothers—” I take a deep breath and blow it out. “Everything.”
“We’ll deal with it all. If you stay with me, I promise, we’ll take it all as it comes.”
“I want to do that.”
“Good.” He kisses me. “I want that too.”
“And Tony? You’re really going through with this plan?”
I nod. “He tried to hurt you, Casey. I’m sorry, but I’m not the type of man to let that go.”
“Even if it means you two are stuck in this cycle?”
“No, because I’m going to do something he doesn’t expect. Tony thinks in violence. He thinks I’m the same way. But I’m going to be better than that.”
I want to believe him. I really do. Only I saw what Tony’s like, and I’m afraid that Adler won’t be able to tame that monster. That the moment Tony gets a shot at hurting us, he’ll take it, no matter the consequences.