Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
It’s like he’s possessed me. My neck tilts back so I can hold his gaze, and every inch of my body wants to give in to whatever he wants. I need to answer him like I need to breathe, need to please him. The attraction that’s been bubbling between us for months is hitting a boiling point, and there’s no way in hell I could fight this even if I wanted to. And I really don’t want to fight it.
I sway closer to him. “You,” I breathe. “I think about you, Enzo.”
He snaps, and a thrill shoots through me. My bag is swiped to the floor, and seconds later, Enzo’s arms are wrapping around me, lifting me off my feet like I weigh nothing at all. I end up flat on my back on the bed, breathless and bouncing, with my bodyguard looming over me.
The buzzing vibrator is still in his hand.
“Do you know how often I stood outside your bedroom, listening to this little buzz, straining to hear those perfect little gasps of yours?” he growls, and I shudder at his filthy words. Does he mean them? “Did you press your face into your pillow to keep yourself quiet, princess? Did you bite your tongue so you wouldn’t moan my name out loud? Did you watch the door and wish I’d come in and find you wet and needy for me?”
My pussy clenches, clit throbbing, at his words. For a shocking second, I think I might come just from his dirty mouth. I’m more than ready to test that theory.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” Enzo warns, that deliciously demanding tone sending heat over my skin.
I nod. “Yes,” I admit, totally lost in this mind-scrambling moment.
“Show me.”
I blink at him, heart hammering. “Show you?”
Enzo’s hand cups me between my legs, the fabric of my pants and my underwear feeling like nothing at all as he touches me like he owns me. Who am I kidding? He does. Of course, he does.
“So wet I can feel it through your clothes.” Enzo’s Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Take them off and let me watch you soak these stupidly expensive silk sheets for me, princess.”
I jump to obey, which is hard because Enzo’s still looming over me, but I manage, wriggling and squirming to yank my clothes off from the waist down. They get tangled in my ankles, and Enzo’s patience breaks. He rips them off me, then pulls me up and tears my top and bra off, too. In seconds, I’m bare for him.
“So much more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he praises, voice softening for a second, his gaze roaming over me. His warm, calloused palm wraps around my thigh. “Spread your thighs and show me what’s mine.”
I do, still burning with embarrassment but somehow even more turned on for that fact. I’m completely vulnerable and on display for him like this, and the fact he’s still fully clothed only adds to the tingling shame heating my body.
“Fuck,” Enzo curses, staring right at my center. I’m so wet my thighs are damp with it, and I can feel the warm slide of my need dripping down my flesh. “Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you, princess? You want to be my good girl, don’t you? You were made for it.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, sinking into the dominance he’s layering over me. I love it.
I’ve almost forgotten about the vibrator until Enzo moves, and I practically levitate off the bed when he presses the silicone wand directly to my clit. The vibrations instantly light me up, sparks shooting along my skin.
"So sensitive,” Enzo muses, moving the toy in circles over my flesh. “I might not be inside you yet, but I control your pleasure now, princess. I’m the one giving this needy little clit what it so desperately wants. It’s me that owns you, me that will fill you up, my cock and my come that your pussy will beg for.”
I’m beyond words, but with every filthy word that leaves my bodyguard’s lips, the tight, red-hot ball of pleasure inside me tightens and tightens until I think I might shatter. The toy feels good, but it feels so much better because he’s the one controlling it, he’s the one driving me mad, he’s the one giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before in my whole life.
“Give me what I want, Evangeline,” Enzo demands. “Coat these sheets for me. Let me watch you fall apart for me, the way I’ve been fucking dreaming of for months. Give. It. To. Me.”
“ENZO!” I scream as I break apart, stars bursting in my vision, back arching off the bed, thighs shaking, and that tight tie of pleasure unraveling all at once. A rush of burning hot pleasure overtakes me, sweeping me up in a tidal wave of bliss.