Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I pulled out.
“Ahh!” she shrieked. “Jacques, please.”
“Say it.” The growl was fitting of the animal I’d become.
“I... belong to... you.” Ivy strained against her cuffs, rocking back to bump my erect and equally frustrated cock. Even when she begged, she demanded. “I’m yours, Jacques. Always.” Ivy twisted, lips curled into her dimpled cheeks. “Glad you finally accepted it.”
My control snapped. Lurching forward, I secured her wrists and yanked, snapping the post clean free of the board. Ivy let out a tiny shriek as her world spun. She found herself flat on her back and her wrists locked around my neck. Cuffed to me. Anchored to me. Where she belonged.
I settled between her legs like I was coming home, inwardly cursing myself for all the time I wasted while she was ass up and kneeling before a doghouse, ready and willing to go as far as I’d take it. Ivy was mine. She had to say it... and I had to accept it. It didn’t matter what she called herself or who she thought she was. I owned her body and soul, and she was going nowhere.
We moved as one. I assumed she wasn’t expecting slow, sweet, or tender because she got neither. Ivy bucked her hips, meeting each strike to hit that spot dead on. Her legs strangled my hips, pulling me deeper still. Arms locked around me, Ivy buried in my hair—tangling my strands under soft strokes.
Such a tender, intimate touch amidst our frantic rutting. Our gazes locked—hers swirling and enigmatic. Mine no less open or readable, and still... everything that needed to be said passed between us.
Ivy rose as I dipped. Lips clashing, I slipped inside. Tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her moans, grunting as she strangled my dick, I said, “Hmm mh mhh.”
Her eyes flew open. Breaking away, Ivy’s lips parted and I struck, nailing that spot without mercy.
“Ah!” Back bending, Ivy came hard—any words that had been about to leave her lips washed under the wake of her orgasm.
I held out for all of a millisecond. Milked by her tight pussy, I spilled every drop of cum in me. We came in a shower of writhing, moaning, sweating, and surrender to the only force that’d ever claim our weakness.
I collapsed on her, flattening into the sheets and not caring. She wasn’t going anywhere. Why give her the chance to try?
She didn’t. Sighing, Ivy wrapped her arms and legs around me, settling my head in the crook of her neck. Gentle strokes glided through my hair, both irritating and soothing me. I was curled up on her and being petted like a faithful lap dog. I should re-cuff her to the bed. Deliver an actual punishment for breaking into my room, disobeying me, breaking rules to taunt me back into our morning sessions.
I should do any fucking thing other than lay here and accept the change of relationship that she was assuming.
“Me too, Jacques.” Ivy’s red-painted toes caressed my thigh. “I love you too.”
Teeth gritting, I balled my fists and put them to better use tracing the dips and curves of the body beneath me.
I was a logical man. I knew when to admit defeat.
IVY
“There has to be a way to get in,” Cairo argued. “Roan, you scored a copy of the invitation. Now get us a real one.”
“We wouldn’t make it past the door. Ellis will have security. Even if by some miracle he let us in, he’d have his guys on us all night. Our only choice is crashing.”
I listened with one ear while I gathered the ingredients for Jacques’s smoothie. Our bedroom activities were hardly over. It was like the man was possessed. Months of celibacy unleashed, and I was only too happy to catch up on lost time. At one point, I snuck the key from its hiding spot, slapped the cuffs on Jacques, and mounted him.
He destroyed another bedpost and made me pay for that so swiftly and deliciously, my juices were still drying on my red cheeks.
I was only allowed out of his presence to get us sustenance. We were in for a long night and neither of us intended to sleep.
But it looks like I came down at the right time. I flicked from our food to Arsenio, Roan, Legend, and Cairo huddled in the living room. They’re talking about Dante’s latest letter and the community event.
“—disguise ourselves as waiters or the cleaning crew,” Legend said.
“Not waiters,” Arsenio said. “I’m sure the Ellises don’t normally pay attention to the help, but the guys who beat and branded Jeremy won’t be ignored when they’re standing over his table. There can’t be any chance of getting caught before.”
Before? Before they assassinated Steven, Jeremy, and Micah? They can’t seriously be discussing this.
“Why are we wasting our time with this?!”
I jerked, spilling apple juice over the rim of the blender.