Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“First, I’ll call you my dirty little slut.”
“Oh,” I say, whimpering as I try to move my hips, but he holds me in position. “That’s very mean.”
“I’ll call you my soaking, dripping wet little cunt.”
“Filthy. You’re a bad man.”
“No, darling. You are the filthy wet slut that loves to suck my cock, that loves to ride my shaft, that wants to do nothing but grind her little cunt up and down my body. You, lovely girl, are filthy.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing, but I think you like it.”
His hand tightens in my hair. I’m trying to grind into him but he won’t let me move. It’s driving me insane, this need for friction.
“You’re my little fuck toy. Do you understand? I want you in my bed, every day, your legs spread and wet, waiting to be filled. I’ll come in your pussy, in your mouth, all over your lovely tits, and you’ll thank me for it. I’ll spank you until you scream, until you’re dripping, and I’ll make you lick your own pussy from my fingers while I fill you to the brim. Do you want that, dirty girl?”
“Yes,” I say, losing my fucking mind.
“Good. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, knowing I’ve lost but not giving a damn. “I’m all yours, Erick, please—”
He slams into me once. I gasp, crying out. He slams again, again, fucks me, reaches around to rub my clit with his fingers as we start to grind into each other, and I’m gone, totally lost, exploding into him as he takes me. Hands on my breasts, in my hair, fingers in my mouth, making me taste myself as he fucks me faster, takes me like a monster. He feels so good, and yes, god, yes, I’m his toy, his slut, his dirty girl, his filthy Hellie, and I want him to fuck me until I’m nothing more than bliss. He gives me more, gives me every inch of him, hammers me into the bed until I come, fuck, I come so hard I’m gasping into the sheets unable to form words anymore. He growls in my ears, more beast than man, both of us sweating, and pulls back once my orgasm passes. He turns me, slides his cock in my mouth, makes me suck him and lick him, until he finally finishes on my tongue. I swallow him, every drop.
We’re a heap of bodies on the bed. I’m breathing hard and barely conscious. He pulls me against him and holds me tight. “I missed you,” he whispers.
“You missed fucking me.”
“I absolutely did, you’re right. But I missed you too. And I’m glad you finally said it.”
“Does it count? If you tortured it out of me?”
“Oh, it counts even more.”
I’m grinning to myself, eyes fluttering shut. I’ve barely slept over the last day, and after that, I’m basically out of energy.
“You’re right, it counts.”
“All mine,” he whispers, kissing my neck, and I nuzzle in closer to feel his warmth and let myself drift.
Chapter 39
Erick
I watch Hellie sleep for a while. She’s exhausted and she needs rest, which is why I’m quiet when I slip out of bed. I shower, clean myself off, and get dressed before heading to the back of the house. Tony’s standing guard and he grunts once, his way of saying everything’s as it should be. I dismiss him, knock, and step into the room.
Hellie’s father is right where we left him. He’s sitting in the chair now, paging through some random thriller novel that he found somewhere. Probably hidden away in a drawer from years earlier. He looks up and lowers the book.
“Mr. Costa,” he says. “I was waiting for you to show up.”
“Danny.” I remain standing, and he doesn’t move. “Your daughter doesn’t want me to kill you. I’m not sure I have much of a choice in the matter. What do you think?”
He laughs. The bastard seems delighted as he tosses the book onto the bed. “We always have choices, Costa. You just have to think them through.”
“From my perspective, you made your decision already. You committed suicide the second you chose to go through with your plan to rob me, Frost and Gallo. If we’re talking about thinking things through, your plan seems very short-sighted.”
“I can see why you might think that.”
“Did you really imagine you’d pull it off?”
“I did.” He smirks at me, the arrogant bastard. I don’t know what Hellie sees in him, but this is her father. We’re blind to our family sometimes, a problem I can see in myself. “But here we are.”
I step closer. “What really happened?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You claim your partner backstabbed you, but I don’t buy it. You’re a con man, Danny. You always have an angle. What really happened?”
“I’m a sick old man now and my days of playing every side are long gone.”