Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I reached up to her, wrapping my hand around her throat and possessively clenching my fingers around her neck, making her gasp lightly.
“I’m going to collar this sweet little throat,” I promised her. “And once you’re owned, you’re never going to get away from me.”
She broke away from me, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. Her eyes were dark blue and wild, her hand trembling as she raised it to her lips as if to check if I’d really kissed her. Of course I had. I still had her sweet taste all over my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough. I needed so much more of her until she was just a little mess in my arms desperate to do anything I told her to.
“Don’t run,” I warned her. “Don’t run away from me, princess. I’m going to find you wherever you go, remember that.”
“Mr. Goldwyn,” she begged, her voice raspy and filled with need as she took a step back, away from me.
“Rafe,” I corrected her. “You can call me Rafe.”
“R-Rafe,” she muttered.
Then, her beautiful face paled and she took another step back. Before I could stop her, she ran, getting away from me as fast as she possibly could.
Her dainty little feet carried her out of the hall, through the main door and far, far away. And I didn’t chase after her, because I knew she’d be back for more. There was no way she could fight the attraction between us. We both knew she’d soon be begging for more. And I couldn’t wait.
I grinned to myself, buttoning my suit jacket and making my way upstairs towards my study. Sweet little princess Ella.
She was exactly what I needed, the sugary sweetness to my own bitter heart. God, I wanted so much more of her. I was already addicted to the way her lips tasted, and I had to fight every instinct that made me a man, so I wouldn’t rip those leggings off her and taste the forbidden fruit between her legs.
I passed several members of staff on my way up to my study, flashing my smile until I was safely inside and locked the door behind me.
I needed to find out more about Ella Monroe—that was her last name if she shared it with her stepmother. But it wasn’t enough information for me, there was so much more that I desperately needed to know.
Powering up my computer, I searched my employee database for more information on her stepmother. I’d had extensive background checks done on every member of my staff. My personal PI called me paranoid, but I didn’t give a shit. I needed to know.
A search on Martha Monroe told me everything I needed to know.
Recently widowed, one stepdaughter that still lived with her. Ella had just finished high school but hadn’t gone on to university for whatever reason. Her grades seemed good enough, so I wasn’t sure why she hadn’t chosen to continue that path. I wondered what her hopes and dreams were. Surely she didn’t want to keep working in a stranger’s house with her stepmother. It didn’t take a PI to figure out she wasn’t very close with Martha. The tension between them was palpable, her stepmother acting almost as if Ella was to blame for their situation. I’d seen her snap more than three times at her stepdaughter, and I’d been with them for less than half an hour.
The background check wasn’t giving me all the information I wanted though. There was so much more to find out, so many layers of Ella to peel back until I revealed her sweet core. And when the idea came to me, I broke into a grin—I would have to go inside their house.
My cock hardened at the thought of snooping through her things, filing through her underwear drawer and filling my nose with the scent of her panties. God, it made me so hard I had to unzip, bring my cock out and stroke slowly, thinking about sweet Ella in my arms.
What was the girl doing to me? I was possessive at the best of times, but in her case, Ella had turned me into an animal, filled with basic instincts and the need to make her mine completely.
“Princess Ella,” I muttered to myself. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
I raised my hand to my nose, still smelling her golden hair on my fingers. It smelled like caramel apples, a crisp scent but still so sugary sweet it made me lick my lips hungrily.
I stroked my cock with my other hand, her scent filling my nostrils as I brought myself closer. I jerked my cock and stroked it until I felt like I was going to explode just for her. God, the girl was making me obsess over her. I had never been like this. Never so… animalistic in my needs. But I already knew that if I didn’t get my hands on her and a collar around her pretty neck, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.