Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“We’ll figure that out later. Right now, I want you and I can’t wait.” Dylan cups my face, framing it as he kisses me deeply. A guttural sound comes from his throat, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The tension radiating off him only amplifies my need for him, but there is a secret I’m keeping.
Knowing how many times he’s walked away from me, I don’t want to make him run again. I should tell him that I’ve never done this before, but the risk is too great. My desire for him matches it, so I leave it be. One night is all I need with Dylan. That’s what I tell myself as he carries me to bed. My bare back hits the soft, silky sheets and then I feel his body cover mine.
“Dylan,” I utter his name like a whisper. His gorgeous eyes darken as if hearing his name off my lips turns him on.
He stands up and strips himself bare, revealing muscles, pure masculine energy, and a huge cock that bobs dead center. I can’t take my eyes off the way it stands so proudly.
“Harley, are you ready?” I nod, and he enters me without hesitation. The single thrust penetrates the last of my innocence, which I happily give to this man who has stolen my heart and soul. I don’t know how this grumpy, miserable man has, but he did. I bite back the pain, eat it, and swallow it down before opening my eyes to see him staring down at me with a dark smile on his face.
“Just for me.”
“Yes, just for you.”
“You feel too damn good, Harley. I’m going to come so fast in your tight little pussy.” His voice deepens more than I’ve ever heard before. Sweat beads his forehead, and I’m stunned by the way our bodies are so heated.
“Take me, Dylan.” He pushes in and out, flattening his palms on the mattress, bracketing my head.
“You’re getting all of me.” His mouth slams down on mine, lips moving roughly, sliding his tongue inside and swiping it around as if he’s marking his territory. I want to be his, owned by him, belong to him.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, pumping harder and faster. His hands roam all over my body, cupping my ass, squeezing my thighs. My pulse rockets with desire, sending me over the edge, and then he bites down on my shoulder.
“I’m coming,” I cry out and feel him empty inside of me. He presses his forehead on my chest while my heart beats violently.
“So fucking sexy.”
He eventually pulls back and slides out of me, causing me to grunt from the pain. My virgin body is unused to the experience. “I bit you.”
“That’s because you’re an animal.”
His expression changes. “You should probably shower. It will make you feel better.” He jumps off the bed and then slides on his boxers. The sudden change in him shouldn’t surprise me. Dylan is a bit different, and I still can’t figure out his moods and what drives them. Is he bothered by the fact that he bit me? I’ll talk to him after my shower. I head inside and enjoy the luxurious jets run over my sore body and forget all my worries for now.
As I exit the bathroom in the luxurious robe, Dylan runs his hand through his hair. “Ms. Dean, unfortunately things aren’t working out and your services are no longer needed. You can stay here for the evening. Your things will be delivered here by morning. Your payment has been deposited into your account.” He gives me a strained look, confused, pained, and then he hardens it.
My mouth falls open, but before I can respond he exits the hotel room, leaving me all alone. I fall to my knees, tears ripping from my chest. How could he? How could I let him?
I cried for a long time. It seems like hours until there is a knock at my door. “Go away.”
“Ms. Dean. I came to drop off your belongings.” The voice is familiar, and I’m sure it’s one of his team. I wipe my face and then go to the door and open it. “I’ll just bring these inside.”
“Thank you.”
“Please don’t cry. He’s not worth it. He has no respect for women. He uses them and spits them out. You are just one in a million that he takes from one of his many places.”
“Thanks, but that doesn’t help. Being used doesn’t feel good either way. So, um, I’d like to be alone.”
“Yes, Ms. Dean.” He nods and leaves. I lock the door with the deadbolt slide and rest on the settee by the window, unable to lay on the bed we had just shared. I stare out the window, unseeing, thinking about what happened and trying to understand what happened. How did we go from so insanely passionate to pure nothingness, pure indifference?