Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
If he’d not known she was there before, he did now.
With her heart hammering inside her chest, she rushed toward the kitchen. She heard him call out to her, but she ignored him.
Her mouth was dry.
Every single part of her was screaming to run.
She got to the kitchen, and the door looked way too inviting.
There’s no way she could look at him. Not now.
Opening the kitchen door, she darted out. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she couldn’t face him, not yet.
The moment her feet hit the wet grass, as it had been raining all day, a spark of thunder rumbled.
The sound of her name was drowned out. She had to keep on running. Luca hadn’t rejected her yet, and right now, she didn’t know if she could handle it if he did.
Chapter Four
Fuck!
Shit!
Bastard!
Fuck!
Luca couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid watching porn. After watching Mavis for the past couple of weeks, he’d needed a little something to relax. The only thing he could think to do was to go back to his collection of porn. He’d not watched it in a long time, and he only used it when he really needed to.
Growing up, he’d not needed it, not even to get off.
A long line of willing women had meant porn was no good for him. He didn’t need it.
Now, however, being trapped with Mavis, he was close to losing his mind.
She’d seen him.
She’d been at the door, watching, and she’d seen enough to know.
He didn’t like that she’d run off, nor did he like that she’d run outside. It was cold, dark, raining, and dangerous.
She should have been in bed, and when he got his hands on her, he was going to smack her ass. She’d learn to stay in bed at night and not go running outside. Charging out of the house, he followed close behind her. He didn’t attack her as the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“Mavis! Stop!”
She kept on running.
He followed her.
The moment she hit the bottom of his garden near the pool and the small pool house that he’d built near it for after he’d taken a swim, she’d have no choice but to turn back to look at him. The ranch was huge, and rather than run toward one of the open fields, which would have made it impossible for him to catch her, she’d come here, to where he’d find it quite easy to do so. A few feet, and he stopped, blocking her escape. This was where he came when he wanted to get away from it all and to remember what his life used to be like before the accident that scarred him.
She looked left and right before turning to face him. Her tits pressed against the front of her vest, the rain making it so he saw the red tips of her nipples. She took several deep breaths as she faced him.
“What?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“Why not? It’s not uncommon for a man to get his rocks off to porn.” Her cheeks were red.
“Did you like it?”
“Did I like what?”
“Seeing it. I know you watched a little.” He didn’t have a clue if she had, but something in her eyes told him she did. “Did you touch yourself, Mavis? Are you wet?”
She didn’t tell him to stop as he took a step toward her.
She stayed perfectly still as he moved that final step that put him directly in front of her. Neither of them was touching. She looked up at him, and he wanted to know what she was thinking.
“Answer my questions.”
“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.
“What?”
“I was watching you for a lot longer than the final scene, Luca.” She took his hand, and before he could stop her, she pressed his hand between her thighs. The shorts she wore were so big that it was easy for him to slide his fingers beneath the fabric and feel how wet she was.
Fine hair coated the lips of her pussy, and as he slid a finger between those wet lips, he found the evidence of her orgasm.
“You came?”
“Yes.”
He grazed her clit, and she gasped, grabbing his arms to hold herself up. He stared into her eyes as he pinched her swollen nub. She cried out and held onto him a little tighter. Pulling his hand away, he fingered the bottom of the wet vest. Rain was still coming down thick and fast, but he wasn’t going to move.
Not yet.
Not for a long time.
“Take it off.”
Her hand shook a little, but she grabbed her shirt, lifting it over her head and throwing it to the ground. Her tits were large, more than a handful, with tight, red nipples, and his mouth watered for a taste.
“Your turn,” she said.
Every single piece of sensible, responsible advice fled him as he removed his shirt. He’d been pulling it on as he heard the door and gasp before she decided to make a run for it. He hated her running away from him, hated it more than anything else he could ever remember. She could have seriously hurt herself, and to him, that wasn’t funny. It would never be funny.