Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Staring into her green eyes, he ran a hand up her back and then took a leap. He knew she was young enough to be his daughter but he didn’t give a shit. Leah was nothing like any of the other women he’d come to know. The women in his circle were all vipers. They were intent on hunting, on manipulating. Leah was none of those things.
She was a woman who could fight for herself. Strong and independent. Other than this Ben, who was a fighter, she had no one. He’d done some research on Ben. The man had been a good guy, a true fighter, but he refused to kill. He’d beat his enemies to within an inch of their lives, but he wouldn’t make the final strike. What had killed him had simply been being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was all.
Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her, soft at first. That initial touch set his blood aflame, and he felt a hunger for her. His cock hardened.
Leah ran her hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck. At first, she didn’t respond, only to then give back more than he could have hoped for.
Breaking from the kiss, he looked into her eyes for several seconds and waited.
“Do you need to stay?” Leah asked.
“No, I’m quite ready to go home.”
“Me too.”
Chapter Four
The Following Morning
Leah was pissed. She crunched through her cereal with her gaze on the door. Last night had been amazing and one of the worst of her life, and that didn’t even have anything to do with Danny arriving at the scene. He meant nothing to what happened last night. First, she hated that bitch coming to Cain and taking him to dance. Leah knew she shouldn’t care. There was no reason for her to give a single shit about what was happening. The only problem was, she did.
She hated seeing another woman with her paws all over Cain. He wasn’t even hers to be jealous over, and yet she had been. It was so insane to even be thinking like that. So, she ignored that feeling, and then that moron, Drake, thought he could try and convince her to dance and go on dates with him. She wasn’t interested.
Thankfully, Cain hadn’t given her the signal to stay back. Going to him had been a huge relief, and then, when he’d told that bitch she was his date, it had sent a thrill through her body. She’d still been trying to control her emotions from what Cain had said, when he’d taken her into his arms. This had felt so different compared to when he was showing her how to dance. The way he touched her felt even more intense. Then he’d kissed her, and she hadn’t wanted to make the first move, but she also didn’t want to leave everything to him or to chance.
They left the party without a single donation made. In the limousine, he’d given them privacy, and he’d pulled her into his arms. She had moved to straddle his body, where she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
The dress had a long enough slit in the side that it hadn’t constricted her ability to move over him. It had felt so good.
Cain had touched her everywhere. His hands roamed all over her body, touching her tits, down to her ass, and then he’d stroked her pussy. She had been so close to an orgasm, but they arrived at his home way too soon. Cain had no choice but to stop.
For some reason, Cain had also given the staff the weekend off, including his guards. Arriving home, there had been no one, and then the magical night had taken a turn for the worse.
Cain tearing the dress from her body hadn’t been a problem. She loved that. She also didn’t have a problem with him pressing her against the stairs. She’d been so heady with pleasure. What she hadn’t anticipated was what happened during that first intense penetration.
It hurt.
She screamed.
There might have been a few tears.
Cain, realizing she was very much a virgin, or at least had been prior to his cock invasion, had recoiled. He’d pulled out of her, growled something she didn’t quite get, and left.
So, he left her on the stairs, naked, with blood dripping between her thighs. She had no choice but to clean everything up. After taking a shower, she cleaned the mess on the steps, thankful there was no carpet. She tossed the dress and the rest of her clothes into the laundry, and then she went to bed.
There had been tears, which she hated.
There had been pain, which she hated.
There were a lot of things that happened last night, which she hated. She had no idea where Cain went or if he even returned.