Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Now,” I try again, but I can’t stop the breathiness that hijacks my voice.
He knows I want it.
He also knows I hate that I want it.
“I don’t want you,” I moan when his mouth trails a hot path down my neck, to my shoulders.
He raises his head and looks me dead in the eyes.
“But you fuckin’ do. That’s what you love, isn’t it, darlin’? You love the forbidden. You want me to fuck you? Knowin’ he’s wonderin’ where you are?”
“Your jealousy is ugly,” I tell him, trying to shove him off again. “You don’t know anything about him, or me, or any of it. But I can tell you that you’re wr—”
He doesn’t let me finish my sentence, he spins us around and backs me straight into his desk, leaning down, lifting me, and shoving my bottom down onto the solid timber. He steps in between my legs, using his fingers to hitch up my dress so I’m exposed to him, only my panties and his jeans between us.
“I don’t want to hear any more of your pathetic fuckin’ lies. You want this, I’ll give it in every way you want it. Then you can leave, and go back to your boyfriend.”
“You’re such a stubborn ass—” I try again, but he kisses me.
He kisses me hard and deep, and with a roughness that I’m enjoying far more than I ever thought I would. He tastes incredible, and the intensity behind his kiss makes it all the more of a turn on. I spread my legs wider, and he gets closer, hands trailing down to my panties and gently stroking up and down the wet fabric.
He growls, and I can feel it rumble through my body.
It’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced.
I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s meant to be hearing me out.
But damned if I can stop him.
If I’m being honest, which I am, I don’t want to stop him.
I want to feel him.
I need to feel him.
His fingers slip beneath the sides of my panties and find my entrance, thrusting inside. I gasp and our lips break apart as breathy moans leave my lips. He thrusts his finger in and out, driving me higher and higher, and then he pulls them out. My head snaps up and I stare at him through lusty eyes.
He brings his fingers to his mouth, and sucks them.
My body ignites, and a fire burns deep inside of me.
I hate him.
I need him.
Now.
“You can go home with the taste of me in your pussy,” he rasps, jerking his jeans down and freeing himself.
I open my mouth to argue, but he slams his mouth over mine again. He’s stopping me. Every single time I open my mouth he’s making sure I can’t speak. He’s making sure I can’t tell my story. Because he doesn’t want to hear it, he doesn’t want to listen, but he has to. Eventually, he has to. I won’t rest until he knows what he read isn’t true.
I squirm, trying to get him to pay attention, but there’s no point. He puts two big hands under my ass and tilts me, then he’s at my entrance, pressing, prodding, big length warning me of what it’s about to do. I gasp, and my words disappear. I can’t think of anything else but what’s about to happen.
What the hell am I doing?
I pummel my fists on his chest, but he pushes the tip in, and my world collapses. I can’t feel anything else. I can’t see anything else. My pathetic attempt at getting him to stop disappears into nothing as he slowly slides into me, stretching, burning, until I’m gasping in both pain and pleasure.
“I hate you,” I cry out when he pulls back out, and this time slams back in.
He raises his head and looks at me. “Fuckin’ ditto.”
Then he fucks me.
His big hands hold my ass, and his hips grind into me, slamming in and out, making my body explode with a pleasure I’ve never felt before. I gasp, taking hold of his biceps, hanging onto the thick, bulging muscle there, and trying to remember what the hell it is I’m doing.
I can’t think.
It feels so good.
So incredibly good.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, hating that he knows I like it, hating that he knows he can make me feel this good.
His eyes hold mine, and he fucks me harder, bodies slamming together, my ass burning against the desk. He’s bringing out something wild in me, something I never thought I had, and it terrifies me. I’ve never let a man handle me like this before, I’ve never been taken against a desk. The anger and absolute love pouring from Malakai’s eyes confuse and excite me.
His emotions light my soul on fire.
He thrusts, jaw tight, eyes never leaving mine. I feel my orgasm building, starting as a slow burn deep in my belly and building until I can’t hold it back anymore. I throw my head back and whimper as the most incredible sensations explode in my body. Malakai’s thrusting gets harder, and faster, and when I meet his eyes again, he’s almost in a daze.