Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Locking both of her hands above her head in his tight grip, he slowly teased a finger down her body, stroking across her beaded nipple. She was aroused.
He moved down to cup between her thighs. The jeans she wore got in the way. Popping the button open, he shoved his hand inside her panties and finally touched her to find her soaking wet.
Rose cried out, pulling away from the kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He pressed two fingers inside her, watching as she cried out again.
His decision was made as her eyes closed, her mouth went open, and another sound of pleasure was emitted. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he bent down, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, and lifted her in his arms.
She gripped his ass. “What are you doing?”
Again, words were never good. People always said too much. In his line of work, he’d learned he found out more about a person from what they didn’t say. After kicking open the doors to his bedroom, he placed her on the floor. Before she could even complain, he gripped the edge of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons sprayed across the room. He tugged the offending fabric off her arms, depositing it on the floor.
Next were her jeans. The button was already open. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled them down her thighs. She released a gasp but didn’t complain as he offered her a hand to step right out of them.
He pulled his knife from his pocket, slid the blade between her skin and the fabric of her panties, and cut. Her bra was his next victim. She stood before him naked.
With his gaze still on her, only breaking as he removed his shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes.
Now, with only a small gap between them, they were completely naked, and he watched her, to see if he’d pushed too far. There was shock but also arousal.
Rose liked to be controlled. She may deny it, but he saw something within her gaze that he was more than willing to work with.
Chapter Two
This was wrong.
Regardless of what her husband had done.
This was very, very wrong.
Rose stared at this man. His chest and arms covered in ink. Some of it tribal, others pictures; he was a canvas of beauty. She’d always loved tattoos but had been too afraid of the needle to get one. She wasn’t a big fan of pain or being touched by strangers. Ironic considering she was soaking wet and wanted him.
How could she even think about wanting him?
It was crazy.
So fucking crazy.
He’d won her in a card game. Wrong on every single level but as he stepped toward her, she wasn’t even tempted to say no.
Jared took her hand and wrapped it around his swollen cock. Sex with her husband had been dull, missionary, always in the dark. Never exciting. Sure, his hand had fumbled between her thighs for a few minutes but when she hadn’t come at will, he’d gotten bored and stopped. Told her there was something wrong with her. Asshole. Why had she stayed with him this long?
Pushing her hatred of Sean aside, she gripped Jared’s length, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He kept on looking at her. His gaze was so intent, she couldn’t look away, not that she wanted to. He was so focused on her and as he groaned, his hand covered hers.
She looked down and watched as he ran his thumb across his glistening tip and lifted it up, pressing it against her mouth. At first, she kept her lips closed, but he only ran his pre-cum along her lips.
As she opened up, he pressed his thumb inside, and she let out a little moan as he touched her.
“Lick them.”
She pressed her tongue to her lips and ran them all over her mouth, keeping her gaze on him.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. He shoved her hand away from his cock and pushed her back. She landed on the bed. “Spread them.”
“What?”
“Your legs. I want to see the pussy I now own.”
Those words, his actions, they shouldn’t set her on fire, but they did. What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn’t right!
She opened her thighs and he stepped between them. His hands went to her knees and she tensed up as he slowly slid down, going toward the juncture of her thighs, but he didn’t actually touch her.
“Relax.”
It was impossible to do so, not with his hands on her.
Still, he didn’t move, giving her seconds. She started to relax but then he touched her, and she stiffened as his fingers grazed across her pussy. She was tense and then she cried out as he slid his fingers between her slit. The touch shocked her to the core. Her eyes went wide as he pressed a finger inside her. He wasn’t one to wait as he did a second finger. In and out, he twisted them, stroking over a point inside her that made her cry out.