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)
“I’m yours, Daddy.”
“And,” he prompts.
“I’ll wait for you.”
“That’s my good girl. I think you deserve another reward.”
Before I can respond his mouth is attacking me again, stimulating my clit once more.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, and then, hoping it will make him relent, “Please, Daddy.”
He looks up at me. “Just my head. Keep your hands there and nowhere else,” he relents.
It’s not everything I wanted, but I’ll take it for now. My fingers curl into hair as I grind up against his mouth again and this time I hold on as all too quickly he has me coming again. I hold onto him and ride it out and I do it knowing that I will never want anyone else. Marco is the one.
He’s everything.
Chapter 7
Marco
Helena is breathing hard, her eyes closed. The taste of her sweet cunt is still on my tongue. It takes everything I have not to claim her. I can’t do it. I will admit that I find myself wishing I had brought a condom. I didn’t. The first time I take her pussy, I will do it with nothing between us. I’m not emptying my seed into latex. It’s not happening. So, I will wait. I back up, my eyes still on her as I reach behind me and grab my shirt. I pull it back on. It’s stupid, but I don’t want her to see the scars on my back. I can’t handle her taking in the brands my father put on me. I leave it unbuttoned, kick off my shoes and climb up on her bed.
“I don’t want you to put your clothes back on,” she murmurs, opening her eyes to look at me.
“I have to leave soon,” I tell her. “Plus, I don’t want the staff to come in and find me undressed with you.”
Christ. I’m lying to her. I don’t give a fuck who walks in. Helena is naked and lying on the bed, her lips swollen and red marks from my beard all over her body. It’d take a fool not to know what has happened and I don’t care. She’s mine. She may have chosen me, but I’m keeping her. It’s that simple. Now, I have even more reason to make the moves required against my father. Fuck, caution. I need to end him. I need to take control of my life…
And claim my woman.
God, she surprised me tonight. She’s so receptive and she gave me everything I could have wanted and more. She’s perfect for me.
“Can’t you stay a little longer?” she begs, her beautiful eyes pleading with me.
“I’ll hold you until you fall asleep,” I compromise. “I have to get back to my father’s and let him know how today’s meeting went.” I don’t mention I’m also plotting new ways to end his sorry life and contain Atlas and Aden. That last part is what concerns me the most. They hate all of us. They live to carry out my father’s sadistic orders. They especially hate Melina, having bought into my father’s poison that she’s just like our mother, weak and pathetic. I remember our mother. She wasn’t. She was everything good and that bastard made it impossible for her. She had no real life, no happiness, no choices.
“Take me back with you, Marco. I don’t want to be here without you. I never did, but after what we just shared, I don’t think I can. I don’t want to go back to the way it was. I need to be with you.”
“I want that as much as you do, Princess. I’m pretty sure I want it more. I can’t right now, but I promise you that I will work harder to make it happen.”
She grabs hold of the sides of my shirt, her head burying into my chest. I feel her sweet lips caress my skin. “How am I supposed to live without being able to touch you? Without having you touch me?” she groans against my skin, her words muffled.
“It will be hard for me, too. I will do my best to stay in touch. Just know no matter my silence, I’m doing it to protect you, not to pull away. We’re just learning one another, but I need you to hear me and to understand.”
“Understand?” she asks, burying her nose against the hair between my pecs and breathing me in. God, she’s sweet. No defenses, no bullshit, and no games.
Intoxicating.
“You gave yourself to me tonight. To me that’s as good as a vow. You wait for me, Ena. I may be forced to be distant while I make life with me safe for you, but you hold onto my promise that I want you and I’m not letting you go.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“I don’t either,” I admit. “But for now, that’s the way it has to be.”