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)
“This is all pretty confusing,” I mutter.
“I get that. Trust me, I’ve been living this life for a while.”
“I mean something to you?”
“You’re my fiancée,” he counters, as if that explained it all.
I don’t physically react, but his words do bring me back to earth. I know what that means. It’s not love, it’s ownership. I belong to him, so he doesn’t want others around me. It’s not much, but I’ll work with it. Maybe in time he could grow to care about me. I decide to bury all these thoughts and concentrate on the one question which I didn’t understand.
“Why are we having this conversation?”
“Just because I can’t fuck you, doesn’t mean I can’t make you come.”
“Uh…” Shit. I really do need to start trying to talk even when I’m freaked out.
“Now, I need you to strip and show me what is mine.”
“Strip?” I squeak.
“Strip.”
Strip… Okay I can do this. Can’t I? I’ve wanted Marco Stratakis for what seems like forever. I’ve pleasured myself while dreaming of him—and it should be said that although my experience is limited to the extreme, those dreams were down and dirty. I did things in them that I’m not even sure was done in reality. I still wanted to try them. The problem is—that even though you dream about doing them—actually doing them is terrifying!
“Helena.”
I look to find a very serious Marco watching me—only he’s moved. He’s no longer standing beside me. Somewhere in my panicked haze, I didn’t even notice! He’s sitting back in his chair, legs apart, hands on the armrests and his eyes are locked on me.
“Uh… yes?” At least I added a real word this time.
“Strip,” he orders again.
I manage to swallow down my nerves and push down the shorts I’m wearing. It would have been nice if I could have worn something other than cotton shorts and a worn tee. Alas, I didn’t plan on seducing Marco—or even knew I would have the opportunity—so, I was stuck. I also didn’t know anything about how to be sexy. I swear, if I can manage to make this look good enough Marco doesn’t end our engagement, I’m going to spend the next two years learning to be as polished and sexy as a runway model. I’ll turn myself into a woman who looks good on Marco’s arm. Once I step out of those and kick them to the side, I take a moment to realize my heart is about to pound out of my chest.
“The top.”
My head jerks up as I look at him. His dark command hangs between us. I roll my lips together and swallow, praying I get this right. I gather my tank in my hands and do my best to ignore the way I’m trembling as I pull it over my head. Automatically, I bring my arm across my breasts to hide them. I know I still have my panties on, but I don’t think I have the courage to get take those off. With his next words, I realize Marco must have understood that.
“Lay back on the bed, baby.” His voice isn’t much more than a whispered praise. The tone of his voice, however, is gruff and it sounds beautiful.
Glad for the small reprieve I do what he says and lay my head back on my pillow, my arm still firmly pressed against my breasts. I do my best to concentrate on my breathing and calm my heart—which is currently threatening to beat out of my chest. I hear movement and my gaze goes back to the chair where Marco is. He’s rising out of it, his gaze focused on me.
“Do you know what pleases me most right now?”
“What?” I puff out.
“You didn’t even try to deny me. You give me what I want. Do you know why that is, Helena?”
“Because I… uh…” Damn it! I was doing so good.
“Say it. Give me the words.” His demand is spoken softly, his voice silky in texture, but there’s no disguising that it is still an order.
“I want to please you, too.”
“Good girl. I will tell you that I had other plans tonight.”
“You did?”
“I was going to have you strip and make yourself cum while I watched and stroked my cock.”
“Oh…” The thought of him watching as I did that, him stroking his cock while watching me makes my body tremble and a white-hot surge of electricity zap through me, centering in my core.
His thumb reaches down and brushes against my cheek. “You like that idea,” he responds, and I nod because I do. I like it so much that I’m wet, and my clit is practically throbbing. I’m not experienced, but I figure a man like Marco could tell how excited I am. So, really, there’s no point in lying.
“Yes,” I answer. “It’s just…”
“Just what, baby? You’re safe with me. You don’t know me very well yet, but I promise you and your body are safe with me.”