Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
When had I become so messed up in the head?
“That’s it. Squeeze my dick with that tight pussy. Fuck me until I don’t want to go kill some son of a bitch because you were taken from me.” His voice was low as he spoke.
I looked up at him, and those green eyes resembled a storm about to cause destruction.
“I’m going to fill you up with cum now and in the fucking plane, then shoot it all over your tits and ass when we get home. I want you covered in me. FUCKING MINE! No one takes what is mine!”
His words sent me into a spiral, and my orgasm exploded. The world around me faded away as I rode it, gasping for air.
Yes, I was definitely twisted in the head.
Thirty-Three
Madeline
The house was quiet when I came upstairs for breakfast. Blaise had already left the bed. I pulled the black belt on my robe tighter as I walked through the house toward the kitchen. The smell of coffee was all that hit me when I entered the room. Blaise was sitting at the table with a cup in his hand and the phone to his ear. His eyes met mine, and they softened.
“Let me know what they say,” he said into the phone, then ended the call and put it on the table, never breaking eye contact with me.
“Where is everyone?” I asked him, glancing at the clock to see it was only eight in the morning.
“Gone. Everyone is gone. They’re relocating,” he replied, then stood up.
“Relocating?” I asked, confused.
Blaise walked toward me and nodded his head.
“Where?”
I wanted more answers. He, however, was looking at me like he intended to have me for breakfast.
“Temporarily, they’re moving to other properties I own. Except Angel. She’s moving into Garrett’s,” Blaise replied as he took the belt I had tied tightly and used it to pull me to him.
He buried his face in my hair and sighed, causing me to shiver.
“Why are they temporarily moving?” I asked him, afraid he was about to distract me.
“Because we’re staying here alone until our house is ready. Then, we will move into it, and the guys can move back here.” Blaise said, then began a trail of soft kisses from my temple down to my neck.
My hand went up to touch his hair as he bent down over my shoulder and took a gentle nibble.
“Our house? Where is our house?” I asked breathlessly.
Blaise tugged on the belt hard one more time until it came loose and fell open. “It’s on Hughes Farm property, but set back farther from the big house. You can’t see it unless you drive back there,” he replied, then continued his trail of kisses until he was at the top of my left breast.
I was losing focus.
“Wait. Stop. Tell me what is happening first,” I said, although I didn’t sound very sincere about the stopping part as my hands fisted in his hair.
Blaise lifted his head up, then licked at my nipple while looking at me. He stood up then, and his hands took my waist, and he placed me on the island behind me so that we were eye-level. “Well, baby, I’m about to lay you back and eat your pussy because I’m hungry and you look really fucking sweet.”
A small laugh escaped me, and I felt my nipples harden to the point of sharp pain. “That’s not what I meant,” I replied, and he ran his thumb over my chin.
“Hmm, okay,” he said in a husky whisper. “I’m done sharing you. This, us, it’s forever. My baby is inside you. I want a home with just us. Somewhere that I will know you are always safe. I don’t want motherfuckers in my kitchen in the morning when you come walking in, looking like this. I want just us. That’s what is happening,” he told me.
His hands slid up the insides of my thighs.
“We are moving? You don’t want to stay here?” I asked him, afraid he was giving up somewhere he loved because he was concerned about me being safe.
His hands stopped just as his fingers were about to find out I hadn’t put on panties. I looked into his eyes, and although I was sitting, the way he was looking at me made my knees feel weak. I got butterflies in my stomach.
“You deserve a big motherfucking house that you can decorate just the way you want it. I used to watch you struggle to just make it to the next day, and I’d wish like hell I could take you away. Give you the world. I can now,” he said and moved his hands up one more inch. His eyes turned darker as he felt the dampness, telling him I was aroused with nothing to cover it. “My pussy is bare.” His voice was a low rumble.