Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
"I can't resist you," he mutters darkly against my lips. "I can't stay away... I need you... I can't be without you. I'm nothing without you, Dove."
"That's not true," I manage to get out, allowing my fingertips to trace the scar I gave him. "You can live without me. You've been doing it for a year, haven't you?"
"Barely," he grunts, kissing me again. "This is so fucking tempting, Dove... How the hell am I supposed to say no to you when you're everything I've ever dreamed of?"
"Don't," I manage. "Don't say no."
He lays me on my back on the shaggy rug in front of the couch. His body cages mine and our kiss turns darker, needier. I'm stealing from him now, not giving a damn about his own needs and only seeing myself. I want him. I need him. I can't survive without Nox's cruel, punishing love. And the worst part is, I'm about to lose it all... All we have left is one night, with the minutes ticking by cruelly and relentlessly.
"When are you meeting the police chief tomorrow?" I whisper.
"Ten a.m."
"Stay with me until then," I beg desperately. "Please, stay with me... Love me..."
"Fuck, Dove." He tries to pull away but I grab the front of his shirt. The pain in his eyes cuts me deep as we look at each other. I'm hurting him. But I can't fucking stop. I need this. Need him.
"Yes," I mutter. "Fuck me. One last time, Nox... Please, show me how much I mean to you..."
"I know what you want me to say," he grunts. "You want me to tell you I love you."
"Don't you?" I ask softly, and he curses out loud. He picks himself up and I shift into a kneeling position. I can tell he's fighting something as his fists tighten and he grabs my long mane of hair. I yelp as he pulls me up.
"I don't love anybody," he says darkly. "But if you want me to fuck you, I can give you a night you'll never forget."
I whimper as he marches me into the impressive bedroom of his luxurious suite. The view from up here is amazing, not that I'm even getting a chance to properly admire it.
"Take your clothes off," Nox barks at me. "Slowly. I want to watch."
He sits on the bed and watches me critically. There's no music in the room but my hips begin to sway anyway to the melody only I can hear. Slowly, I slip the dress off my body until it pools at my feet. I stare right into Nox's eyes as I stand in front of him, raw, real and honest.
His eyes drink in the small curve of my tits and waist. He licks his lips. I know he wants me.
"Come here," he orders me. "Crawl."
I do as I'm told, the hardwood floor burning my knees as I crawl closer and lay my hand on his lap.
"Tell me what you want," Nox orders me. "Beg me for it."
"I want your cock," I manage breathlessly. "Please, I've been without you for so fucking long, Nox..."
"My cock?" he smirks, turning my head to the side so I'm forced to look at his handsome, carved-up face. "Is that all you missed, little bird?"
His old pet name for me feels like a salve on an open wound and I exhale, needy for more of his attention.
"Open your mouth."
I don't obey right away, so he slaps my cheek. My lips part as Nox unzips his pants. I gasp when I see his cock again, my mouth salivating at the sight. I want him. I need this. It's the least he can give me, if he'll really deprive me of seeing him after this.
He slowly pushes his cock in my mouth, then back out again. I let out a frustrated moan but he merely laughs at me.
"You better learn how to work for it, little bird, you don't have much time," he says darkly. "And I want you begging for every single fucking lick."
"P-Please," I manage. How fast the mighty have fallen. I'm so fucking desperate now, so eager for more of this. How was I okay without him only hours ago? I can't live without Nox. I don't want to live without Nox.
"No fucking way," Nox growls. "My cum is going somewhere else, Dove. Can you guess where?"
I look up at him, eyes wide. "My... ass?"
"No," he smirks. "Guess again, little bird."
My eyes dance over his features.
I'm not on protection. I don't know whether he knows that, but he doesn't seem to care much. He never did.
"My pussy," I finally whisper.
"That's right," he smirks. "All that hot seed is going right into your sweet little cunt. Tell me Dove, have you been saving yourself for me?"
I flush furiously. I want to lie to him. I want to hurt him by telling him how many men have been inside me since this, since him. But I can't, because it's not the truth. The truth being that I did save myself. That I kept walls up, walls nobody could break down, not even a man like Raphael Santino...