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)
He was a sexy man. His body was so hard and muscular. He’d lifted her up last night without even a struggle, and being a size eighteen, she’d expected him to struggle.
She’d loved being in his arms, feeling his hands run up and down her body, touching, stroking.
He’d lost his mind last night with her, and she’d not wanted him to find it.
Calling the police or anyone else was stupid.
Mavis thought about the blonde social worker who have given her, her cell phone number. Mavis had deleted the number the moment she arrived at Luca’s.
There was nothing and no one that she needed.
“You walked away again,” he said.
Luca stood at the edge of the pool. He wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes, and she wondered if he felt the cold.
“I didn’t run.” Part of her wished she had.
There were no red marks on her ass from his last spanking. She didn’t even know why she wanted to push him or to wear his marks when he clearly didn’t want to give them.
“Mavis, this can’t happen again.”
She reached behind her back and loosened the strap of her dress. Pulling it over her head, she stood in the pool completely naked. She didn’t have on any underwear.
“Okay.”
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked. “Put your dress back on.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
He pressed his fingers to his eyes, and she hated that he was hiding from her, from this.
She wasn’t going to let him hide.
“Look at me,” she said.
She waited a few seconds, but he still hadn’t lowered his hands.
He gritted his teeth but lowered his fingers, finally staring at her. “What is your question?”
When he looked at her, he didn’t appear repulsed.
Glancing down his body, she saw the evidence of his arousal, and she smiled.
“Are you disgusted about last night because you’re worried what other people would think of you? Because I’m your ex-best friend’s kid, or because you hated fucking the fat girl?”
Each suggestion she gave him seemed to make him angrier.
“I wasn’t fucking disgusted with you. You think I hated last night?”
“You ran off without even waiting to see if I was okay. You were my first.” She put her hands on top of her head. Her tits lifted up, and his gaze caught the movement. “You should have stayed with me last night, and instead you ran off. I can only imagine you were disgusted.”
“I wasn’t disgusted. Not even a little bit. I was angry with myself.” She stayed silent as he ran a hand down his face. He looked ready to snap. “I haven’t been around anyone for a long time. When I need sex, I pay women to help with that.” Jealousy burst inside her, and she hated it. “I’ve not been with anyone important for a long time. You’re different, Mavis. Finding out that Ryan died, yeah, it tore me up. Knowing I’m responsible for you in some way pissed me off. I didn’t want it. I don’t want to deal with kids. Then I saw you, and … the thoughts I have about you are not what a guardian should be having.”
“What things?” she asked.
“Dirty things, Mavis.”
She licked her lips.
“Things that an eighteen-year-old girl shouldn’t have to deal with.”
He turned his back, and she wondered what he was thinking.
“What if I tell you that I want them?” she said. “That I want to be your everything. That I want a man with experience to show me how good fucking, making love, and getting my brains screwed is exactly what I want.”
“Mavis, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Because I’m eighteen?”
“Yes.”
“News flash, Luca, I believe some porn stars that are doing BDSM and some heavy gangbang stuff are eighteen. Adult video stores and even porn sites have an entire section for it. Some men get off on seeing younger women used like that.”
She moved toward the steps of the pool. Gripping the handles, she took each step. Swaying her hips, she walked up beside him.
All of her life she’d been told to hide her curves, to exercise to make them disappear. She’d refused to conform, to do as she’d been told. Luca wasn’t like all those people.
He didn’t want her to hide or to pretend who she was.
Flicking her hair off her shoulder, she stepped up to him. Lifting a hand, she placed it on his chest.
The shirt he wore didn’t hide the rapid beating of his heart or the hardness of his chest.
“I’m not a little girl. I haven’t been for a long time. The first time I saw my parents fucking other people, I was ten years old. I want to know every kind of dirty you’ve got. I am yours, Luca. To do with as you wish. All you’ve got to do is take it.” She ran her hand up his chest to cup his scarred cheek.