Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I wanted my brother to get better, but I wanted to move forward. “How much more time do you need?”
“My next checkup is in a week. That’s when the stitches will be removed.”
“We’ll stop by then.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said. “Now that we’ve established that, let’s circle back to Adelina. And don’t change the subject this time.”
I gripped my glass as I held it on my thigh. “There’s nothing to say.”
“I can tell you’re pissed, and I want to know why. Now, tell me.”
“I’m not pissed.” I downed the entire contents and set the glass on the coffee table. “I should get going. I’ll check in later this week to see how you’re doing.”
Crow stared at me coldly. “I’m just going to find out some other way.”
“I’m sure you will.”
* * *
I hit the gym then returned home. Gerald had lunch prepared for me, so I scarfed it down before I went upstairs. Adelina didn’t hang out outside her room. She stayed in there nearly all the time, adamantly avoiding me.
I stopped by her room and opened the door.
She was sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading. She looked up when I entered, her guard up. “Can I help you?”
“You’re free to move through the rest of the house. Gerald told me you stay in here all day.”
She turned her gaze back to her book. “I like it in here.”
“I’ll be back after I take a shower. I expect you to be stripped down to your panties on the bed, ass up and face down.”
She stared at me with an expression as cold as ice, but deep inside, I saw a glimmer of a flame. She hated me right now, but her body could never hate the things I did to her.
“This is the part where you say, ‘Yes, sir.’”
She continued to glare.
I left the doorway and walked toward her, my need for dominance making me want to grip her by the neck. I stopped in front of her, my hands by my sides. “Yes, sir.”
“No.”
I grabbed her neck and forced her to look up at me. “Fight me, and see what happens.” I squeezed her gently, applying enough pressure so she knew I wasn’t issuing idle threats. This woman betrayed me, and now I despised her. She ruined me. She made me believe in good until she gave me a reason not to believe in anything anymore.
She took a deep breath and turned her head away from me, trying to get free of my hold. “Yes, sir.”
My hand moved to the back of her neck, and I yanked her back. “Good girl.” I kissed her on the mouth before I walked away, feeling my fingers ache from where I had gripped her. I wanted to smack her ass with these fingers, to grip her while I took her then and there.
But it would have to wait until I was done in the shower.
* * *
When I entered her room, she was in just her panties like I asked. She was on all fours on the bed, her feet hanging over the edge.
I stared at her luscious ass before I shut the door and stripped off my clothes. My heart had turned off, and now all I saw was a gorgeous woman about to take my cock. She was just like all the others who meant nothing to me.
I came up behind her and leaned over her body, pressing kisses up her spine to the back of her neck. My hand groped her tit, and I felt her lack of reaction. She was perfectly still, fighting me with quiet resistance.
That wouldn’t last long.
She’d enjoyed fucking me just a few days ago, initiating every single round. As pissed as she was, I knew she wanted me.
She would always want me.
I pushed the head of my cock inside her and felt the wetness greet me. She was warm, tight, and so damn wet.
She wanted me.
I moved inside her until I was completely sheathed. My hand slid around her neck, and I jerked her head up so she was looking at the ceiling. My lips found her ear, and I breathed into her canal. “You want me.”
She breathed hard as I held her in place.
“Tell me you want me.”
Silence.
I gripped her throat a little tighter, forcing her to give in.
“I want you…”
I didn’t need to hear her say it because her body betrayed her. She was gushing at her opening, her cream sheathing me to the hilt. I started to thrust into her, to give her deep and even strokes. I explored her body with my length, hitting her over and over again. In record-breaking time, I would make her come—like always.
This was easier. I wasn’t sure what I had been thinking, falling for a woman. Relationships were only a weakness. She cost me one of the most important things in my life—my family’s legacy. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Now she was just a slave, a woman I would keep until I became bored of her.