Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Josslyn,” he rasps, pulling out an inch and groaning again as he thrusts completely in again. “Fuck.”
“Please move,” I gasp, my nails buried into his sides as I lift my hips to make him move.
He grabs my face so I look at him, his eyes alight with something that makes my stomach clench. “You’re not in charge here.”
I narrow my eyes and open my mouth to argue, but he begins to thrust in and out of me hard and deep, and the only thing that comes out is a sob. His hand comes down between us as he moves, and I feel my body clench again.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, pinching my clit. “Come for me again. Just like that. Fuck yes.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist as I explode around him, screaming his name as I come.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls and pounds harder with abandon. My stomach swoops when I open my eyes and find him looking at me with an expression that’s both awed and confused.
“Finn,” I choke out as he slows down and circles his hips to hit a spot that makes me see stars.
“I love the way your pussy grips my cock,” he says, picking up speed as he hits that same spot, and once again, I spiral. “Fuck. Yes,” he growls as he comes undone.
When the haze lifts, I open my eyes and blink away tiny spots in my vision. He’s still holding himself over me, his hair hanging over his face and his eyes closed as he catches his breath. My heart skips a few beats. He’s always beautiful, but right now, with no worried lines or arrogant looks on his face, he’s breathtaking.
Unable to help myself, I raise a hand, tuck part of his loose hair behind his ear, and trace his full mouth with the tip of my finger. His eyes pop open and he looks at me, his gaze so intense, I think he’s about to tell me to stop. Instead, he lowers himself and presses his mouth against mine in a slow, lingering kiss that makes my toes curl and makes me feel things that scare the hell out of me.
27
JOSSLYN
Isneak out of his apartment when I’m sure he’s fallen asleep, after we have sex for a third time. Back in my apartment, I press my back against my door, let my dangling heels fall to the floor, and bury my face in my hands. Considering it was a one-time thing, I feel like I got the Finn Barlow special. He took me slow and hard, putting me in positions I didn’t even know existed. Unable to form coherent thoughts right now, I let my hands drop and grab a glass of water before heading to my room. I shower and fall asleep in record time.
It’s not until my alarm goes off that everything that happened last night hits me. Even though I went into this with the awareness that this was a one-time thing, I can’t help but overthink it. Should I have snuck out the way I did? We never discussed whether or not I was staying the night, but based on the way he was so adamant about this being a one-time thing and what I’ve heard about him, leaving felt like the right thing to do.
I groan and cover my face. Why didn’t we just wait to have sex after tonight’s fundraiser? Now we’re going to be forced to see each other, share a table, and act totally nonchalant, like we didn’t have the best sex of my entire life. I have no doubt Finn is capable of doing it. It’s my lack of a poker face that I’m worried about. My thoughts hop from Finn to my meeting with Scarlet, and just like that, my post-sex high vanishes. Going back there had been worse than I thought it would be. I’d never be “over” Mallory’s death, but I’ve always been remarkably good at compartmentalizing and figured I’d be fine. I didn’t think it would feel like ripping open unhealed stitches.
“She used to come here every Saturday night,” she’d said about Mallory. “It’s when the groups meet.”
I already knew she was meeting with a group, but she never told me what they did. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out, though. The three things Mal was into were hard sex, bondage, and drugs. All of which led to her untimely death.
“John’s group, which is the one your friend was a part of, provides complete discretion to a very high-profile clientele.”
“Is John one of the owners of Onyx?”
“Yes, though there are three main owners, so he’s not the only one,” she said. “One of them lives in Dubai. John is the brains behind the sex group, though.”