Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She may not know it yet, but her body does…
She’s starving to give me a family, and I’m starving to fuck one into her curvy young body.
I slide my hand over one of her ass cheeks, and then lift it and bring it down in a soft spank, just enough to let her know who’s in charge.
“Oh,” she whimpers.
I smirk, leaning back for a moment, drinking in the sight of her round gorgeous ass, shiny and full and mine.
“You horny thing. You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “But not… too… hard.”
“Like this?” I growl, spanking her again, more possessively this time.
I gaze in awe at her ass, ripples moving across her skin, making me want to roar like the beast I am.
“Fucking hell. Beg me to spank you. Beg me to turn this ass red.”
“Please,” she moans, even as her voice wavers with uncertainty.
But my horny girl knows how to do what she’s told.
The base of my cock aches, throbs, roars at me to make her hole nice and creamy so it’s easier for me to slip inside of her.
I spank her again and again, growling each time a ripple moves through her thick juicy gorgeous flesh, and then I snarl and grab her thighs, yanking her toward me as I bury my face in her sex.
I lose control, licking crazily, opening my mouth so I can consume as much of her as possible.
She gasps and then I feel it, the moment her release thunders through her, and I lick her with even more ferocious speed.
Her pussy opens for me, pulsing as she squirts her needy come all over my mouth. I slide my hands up and squeeze her ass cheeks together, trapping my face against her pulsating slit, sliding my tongue from her clit and pushing inside of her.
I groan, muffled by her young hole, as I pump my tongue in and out of her and feel her fluttering against me. She pushes against me, the orgasm surging past her shyness, telling her it’s okay and right to claim this pleasure.
“Fucking moan for me,” I roar, spanking her ass again, watching as her skin turns fuck-me red.
She lets out strangled moans as I return to fucking her tight hole with my tongue, my mouth flooded with the taste of her, the most perfect taste in the goddamn world.
She falls forward once it’s passed, and I quickly stand up, looping my arm around her so she doesn’t collapse.
I cradle her against me, leaning down so I can drive my manhood against her bare ass, savoring the way she shivers as the aftershocks of the orgasm move through her.
“I need to feel your pussy,” I snarl.
She shivers against me again, but this time I detect something different in the movement, something emerging through the lust.
“I want that,” she murmurs.
“But…”
“Who said there was a but?” she whispers.
I chuckle. “I can read you, Dreamer. What’s wrong?”
“I want to tell you,” she says. “But maybe not while I’m naked?”
I slide my hands up her belly to her breasts, palming them hungrily. “Who said I’m going to let you get dressed, eh?”
“Dominik,” she says, shifting against me even as her voice pleads with me to stop. “I want it, but I can’t, not now. Please, just let me get dressed.”
I step away from her with an effort, forcing a smirk to my face even as the Bratva beast inside of me roars that I own her, that I can claim her right now if I want to.
I wave a hand down at my soaked clothes.
“I probably need to get changed too,” I say. “Meet in Lucky’s room?”
“Sure,” she says, biting her lip, her eyes downcast. “Are you angry with me?”
“No,” I growl. “I just know if I stay here with you looking so goddamn sexy, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
I turn and stride toward the door, lightning bolts of desire smashing through me, a primal voice inside roaring at me to storm back to her and claim what’s mine.
Chapter Twelve
Daniella
I walk through the estate with Lucky at my heels, smiling up at me, as though he knows how much uncertainty is ricocheting around inside me.
Part of me screams to go back to my room and shut the door so I don’t have to face Dom, so I don’t have to tell him why I can’t go all the way, at least not yet. I almost blurted it out in the shower, but then I felt like my throat was going to close up, my chest tight at the prospect.
My mind shivers with what he said to me in the shower.
He owns me.
Nobody else is allowed to touch me.
Does that mean this is more than a fling?
I manage to find my way to Lucky’s room after taking a couple of wrong turns, once ending up in a vast library – books covering the walls like a fairytale lair – and then in the third or fourth or even the fifth kitchen.