Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I find myself chuckling at the pathetic fuck trying to get back to his feet.
“I’m an American, pal. I Ameri-can do whatever the fuck I want.” Gotta let my home ground superiority shine and remind this prick that he should’ve stayed in England, sipping tea and playing cricket.
Realizing that the slap was only the beginning of what I’ll do to him if he lingers, Adam gives me a wide berth as he makes his escape. If he wasn’t certain of it before, now he’ll know not to come back.
If he does, our next altercation won’t end this pleasantly.
I follow him with my eyes as he stumbles his way out the door, only starting to turn when I hear Olivia making a noise behind me. However, I stop trying to face her when her hands wrap around my chest and her lips press against the back of my neck.
She’s standing on a chair just to kiss me? How adorable.
Trailing kisses across my skin, she stops when she reaches my ear.
“My hero,” she whispers into it. “How will I ever repay you?”
“You could take me out for a nice dinner. Maybe even a movie,” I tease, knowing exactly where we’re headed. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s not going to wait until we get home, and yet, here I am, feeling naughty as her hand travels down my front.
“Oh, shush.” She strikes my earlobe with her tongue, allowing her hands to grab my belt buckle and work it free. “Now, are you going to keep making jokes, or are you going to shove your cock inside of me?”
“Why can’t I do both?” I spin around on my heels and grab Olivia. Had I not moved so quickly, she’d have tumbled over before I could catch her.
To steady herself, she wraps her arms around my head and buries my face in her bosom while giggling. So lustful and gleeful and free.
“Fuck.” The word involuntary manages to slip out of my mouth. But now that it has, I might as well continue the thought that spurred it on. “I love you.”
10
OLIVIA
Did he really just say that? Or am I imagining things?
I mean, I saw his lips move. Watched his eyes swirl with their glorious passion. Witnessed his face soften from the harsh monster who barreled in here to the nervous gentle giant I’ve come to know him as.
Yet, I still can’t believe it.
“Are you going to say something?” Victor asks, but there isn’t a worried hint in his tone. Instead, his mouth starts moving along my bare collarbone. His kissing stops at my dress’s spaghetti strap, and he latches it between his teeth before pulling it off my shoulder like an animal.
He said it and meant it then.
Even better.
“I don’t know what to say,” I answer. Do I say it back? Is he going to believe me or think I’m just saying it back because it’s the right thing to do?
His mouth moving to my other shoulder to give that strap the same treatment as the first isn’t helping either. How am I supposed to contend with the feelings of lust spurred on by his valiant rescue and the overwhelming swarm of emotions those three little words smashed into my heart?
Stop overthinking it. Go with what your heart tells you.
It’s the first logical thought I’ve had in a while. And what my heart tells me is to keep working his belt, slowly pulling it through the hoops, undoing the top button of his trousers, and dropping them to the floor.
Following those actions drives Victor into the same wild state I saw him in the first night we made love. As soon as his boxers fall to the floor and his cock springs to life, he foregoes the tenderness of mouthing my strap and instead yanks it off with his hand. Both straps hook into the crooks of my elbows, and with a snarl that rumbles from deep within his chest, Victor tears my dress down the front of my body.
His hands immediately make their way behind me and latch onto my bra. With expert precision, Victor unfastens it and exposes my breasts. As they bounce free from their confines, he licks his lips hungrily, and his neck snaps forward to consume his feast.
My neck snaps to the ceiling while his hands trail the length of my body. Slow at first, but as they near the waistline of my panties, they start snatching at the material in a frenzy.
Once he’s stripped me of all my clothes, I return the favor, pulling his jacket off and pooling it into a ball on the waiting room chair next to me. With his pants gone and his shirt hanging loose, his cock disappears into the white cotton. It doesn’t wrestle the confines of new bonds long before I grab one side of his shirt in each hand and tear it apart, making buttons explode from his shirt and scatter across the floor.