Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Just what,” he says, putting pressure on my chin so I’m forced to look at him again.
“I’m afraid you’re telling me all this just so you don’t hurt my feelings and that you really, just don’t want me. I mean, I had my father contract yours. I knew I wanted you. I knew it would always be you. You were trapped.”
“I know you don’t have experience, sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re paying attention.”
I blink. “Huh?”
He reaches over slowly disengages my hand from his shirt. I watch as he does it. One finger, two…three…four… It’s silly. If I hadn’t been in some kind of a Marco trance, I would have released his shirt on my own, but I just didn’t have the cognitive function to pull that off. I watch as he wraps his fingers over mine and brings it down. I bite my lip as he guides me between his legs. I forget to breathe when he presses down so that my palm is flat against the hard edge of his arousal. Of their own volition, my fingers curl so that I can embrace his erection. He’s so hard that despite his slacks being in the way, it almost feels like they’re not there. I can even make out the ridges of his cock.
“Eyes, baby,” he says, and I don’t think it’s my imagination that his voice is hoarser now. I take a deep breath and let it shudder through me as I force my gaze back to Marco. The look on his face is intense and it sends a wave of heat through me that settles between my legs.
“Are you using tampons?”
I blink. My body recoils and I’m pretty sure I might die of humiliation. “Uh…”
“You are,” he says.
I don’t know what he saw on my face that would confirm that. Then again, I’m not even sure why we’re having this conversation. What I do know is that I wish we weren’t. He stands up from the chair by my bed and before I can question him, he grabs both my hands and pulls me up to stand beside him.
“Uh…” Seriously, I need to quit uttering that one sound. It’s not even a word. Marco is going to think I’m still a kid! What is wrong with me?
“I’m not going to allow myself to fuck you until you’re mine completely.”
“Marco—”
“That means I can’t take you like I would like.”
“I mean, I know that. I’m on my period.”
There’s a shift on his face and his eyes burn more intensely. I don’t know how to read it, but that heat he’s been building inside of me turns into molten lava and it’s moving through me quickly and spreading like wildfire. It’s so strong that I swear to God, I think my knees might buckle.
“I’m not one of those, Ena.”
“One of those?” I scrunch my face up and though I know it’s not a good look, I still do it because it happens every single time that I get confused. One could say that right now, I’m definitely confused.
“One of those men who will leave you alone while you’re having your period. You’re mine. Your body is mine, your pussy is mine. I’m the only man that gets it. I’ve made that clear, but you should also know I will fuck you whenever I want. I don’t give the first fuck when you’re on your period.”
Um… Yikes. I should be turned off. Periods are totally gross, and no one wants their boyfriend to see them like that—although Marco isn’t exactly a boyfriend, he’s all man. So, in this case, I didn’t want my man to see me like that. My. Man. This time a different heat filled me. This was one made of dreams coming true, of happiness and joy.
“But…”
“Right now, I want to strip you bare, carry you into the shower, pin you against the wall and fuck you so hard we crack the tile.”
Oh my God! I want to scream, Okay, sure! Let’s do that! I’m down. I don’t because I’m a little scared. I mean, I am a virgin and breaking tile freaks me out just a little bit.
“Uh…” Damn it! There’s that sound again!
“Since, once I have my cock in you, I’m not going to allow you to be away from me, that can’t happen tonight.”
Well, shit. Now, I’m past being scared and straight to being disappointed.
“Okay,” I mutter, noting that I don’t really keep the disappointment out of my voice. “I don’t really think that’s possible anyway.”
“It’s possible,” he counters.
“I’m messy,” I whisper avoiding his eyes.
“Let me rephrase my answer. It’s not only possible, it’s going to happen, just not until I make sure I’m around to keep you, honey.”
“Around?” I ask.
“To get clear and protect you, things will be dangerous. I can’t claim you until that’s done. You’re going to give me the time I need to do that and I’m warning you, honey. It’s not going to be easy on you or me for that matter. As much as I would like to, I can’t let others see what you mean to me—at least not until it’s safe.”