Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 831(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, the cameras outside the building had been damaged the day before. It made him think that the purists had planned this. But why?
Didn’t make much sense.
And it was going to make it that much harder to find these assholes. The bastards that had dared to touch what belonged to him.
However, he wasn’t giving up. There had been other buildings close by and he’d requested their security footage.
“Oh no, this is from when I, uh, fell over,” she said in an embarrassed voice.
When she was running with Judd. Or away from him . . .
“Did Obian look at these?”
“They’re just grazes. They’re fine.”
He growled and gave her a firm stare. “Not your call to make.”
Her eyes widened. “It’s my body.”
“Not anymore, baby girl.”
“That . . . that’s crazy. Even if we were in a relationship, it would still be my body.”
“Nope. Mine.” He kissed along her stomach, just above the line of her panties. “All mine.”
“Owen,” she moaned.
“You said you were mine.”
“You’re insane.”
“Ah, but we already knew that. And you like it.”
“Because I’m obviously insane too.”
He moved his face down to her pussy, breathing in her scent.
“Are you wet, baby girl? Are your panties soaked for me?”
She moaned.
“And remember, I can tell if you’re lying.”
“Yes,” she replied.
“My beautiful girl.” He drew her panties down, staring at her.
Hell.
After she stepped out of her panties, he looked up at her. “Hold on tight.”
Then he lifted her leg onto his shoulder and licked his way along the seam of her lips before sucking on her clit.
“Oh. Ohhh, Owen.”
“Put your hand over your mouth. I don’t want anyone hearing you.” Then he lifted her onto the counter again. He didn’t want her slipping off. She stared at him with wide eyes as he kneeled back down.
He needed more of her taste.
He bent her legs, placing her feet on the edge of the counter, far apart so he could see her. “Lean back if you need to.”
She sat back against the mirror and he parted her pussy lips, studying her.
So pretty.
He slid one long finger into her pussy, then another, pumping them in and out as he toyed with her clit, running his finger over it. Bending down, he replaced his finger with his tongue.
He moaned.
The taste of her was going to quickly become addictive.
He drew back to stare up at her. He kept his finger still and she whimpered, staring down at him.
But she still had her hand over her mouth.
“You’re being such a good girl. And you taste so fucking delicious. I’m going to become addicted to that taste, little girl. Never been into drugs or alcohol, but you’re the vice I can’t live without. Are you going to let me taste you whenever I want?”
She gaped down at Owen. Was he serious right now?
“Will you spread your legs whenever I say the word? Strip off those panties and let me taste you. Are you going to be my obedient little girl? You can move your hand and talk.”
Wow. So generous of him to let her talk.
“We could get you some of those panties with a hole in the crotch. Or no panties at all. I vote for the latter.”
She removed her hand, panting slightly. “So nice of you to give me a choice.”
“Isn’t it? I can be reasonable.”
Right. Because it was so reasonable. “I can’t walk around not wearing panties.”
“Sure you can. That’s what you should do.”
“Owen, be serious.”
“What makes you think I’m not?”
As he stared up at her, she could see he really meant it.
She was totally out of her depth here.
He moved his fingers back to her passage, sliding them slowly in and out, making her moan.
“Here’s the thing. I’m a demanding guy. I like to be in charge. What I want, I take. But you have to give consent to let me have control.”
Really? Because he just seemed to take control naturally.
“Do you give your consent to me being your Dom?”
“Just during sex?” she asked.
“Oh, baby girl, no. I don’t know how to turn it off. But I can . . . tone it down if that’s what you want.”
Did she?
She wasn’t sure.
“I’ve never done this. I’ve never had a relationship with a Dom . . . well, with anyone.”
“Good,” he growled. “I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone else.”
“Even Judd, Hux, and Beck?” Because that idea made her sad. She knew it shouldn’t. She shouldn’t want them . . . but then again, weren’t they a package deal? She was super confused.
“Oh no. With them it’s very different. I can’t wait to see you with each of them. To watch as you reach your pleasure while Hux feasts on your pussy, or Judd fucks your ass, or Beck has you on your knees feeding you his dick.”
Holy. Crap.
Why did she react so strongly to those images?