Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“How much did you drink?” I ask, seeing Knox slip past us, going for Whitney.
“A few beers.” I start to ask another question, but she puts her hand over my mouth. “I opened them myself. We were safe.” I kiss her palm before she drops it.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Kitten.” Her lips part, her pink tongue darting out and licking her bottom lip. “You went to a party without me.”
“Hey, I—” I cut her off by picking her up off her feet. She doesn't try to fight me. She knows it would be pointless. I don’t put her down until I have her in my car driving back toward my place.
She sits with her arms folded over her chest. I reach over and put my hand on her leg. Her thighs part a few inches. I slip my fingers all the way up ‘til I reach the bottom of her jean shorts, where I drift my fingers back and forth on the inside of her thigh.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her fighting not to wiggle, something she always does when she's turned on. She can’t help herself.
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
“No,” she says with a huff.
“You’re pushing it, Kitten.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?”
“How you’re acting.”
“How I’m acting. Some beautiful woman answers your phone and has no clue who I even am?!”
There it is. She’s all worked up now. Her breathing is heavy, making her tits rise and fall. I throw the car into park.
“Out,” I order her.
“What?” she asks like she didn’t hear me.
“Out or I’ll drag you out.”
Her mouth falls open. “What is wrong with you lately?” Shit. She’s right.
“You. That’s what’s wrong with me lately.” I get out of the car, coming around to her side. I pull her out and head into the building, going straight for the elevator.
“Maybe I should go home. Then I won’t be a problem for you anymore.” The thought of her walking out on me has me snapping. I hit the emergency stop button. “What are you doing?” I close in on her.
“Reminding you that you belong to me. That you don’t have the option to go anywhere unless I give it to you.”
“Ace.” Her heavy breathing is back. Her pupils are dilated. She’s getting so turned on by this side of me, which isn’t helping me.
“Are you going to stop acting like a brat?” Her face scrunches and a cute as hell growl comes from her. “All right then,” I say before I slam my mouth down onto hers, pinning her to the wall of the elevator, my cock pressing into her soft stomach.
I might be the one in control right now, but we all know Faith owns me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. But tonight I’m going to own her in every way.
5
FAITH
A moan rips from me. I don’t want to give it to him because he’s a big old bully thinking he can boss me around all the time. Still I cling to him, trying to climb his body so that his cock can grind into my clit. My body is begging for the release it knows only he can give me.
I let out a whimper when he pulls back, hitting the button for the elevator to start moving again. I lean up against the wall trying to catch my breath and wondering what’s come over Ace.
The doors slide open a moment later. Ace pulls me out of the elevator and toward his condo. I barely get in the door and he’s on me again. I knew he would get worked up about me going to the party without him, but I didn’t know it would rile him up this much. I would have done it a lot sooner if I’d known this is the reaction I would get.
My shirt is the first thing to go, along with my bra. Soon he’s pulling my shoes off and the rest of my clothes until I’m standing completely naked in front of him. Holy shit. Sure, he’s seen me naked before, but we’re normally in a bed or something. Not me standing pressed up against the front door of his place.
“Did you eat?” he asks as he rises to his feet in front of me.
“What?” I ask. Why is he talking about eating right now?
“Did you eat?” he repeats.
“Whitney made buttered noodles,” I tell him, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Kitten, I know you. That answer isn’t going to work on me. Now did you eat what Whitney made?” I huff a breath. Sometimes him knowing me too well really bites me in the ass.
“Why do you even care? You were busy handling other things.” As soon as I say the words, I want to take them back. They're rude. I know he was working, but that stupid assistant is still bugging me. He hasn’t even told me yet why she answered his phone.