Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Her jaw dropped again.
A vibrator, practically as long and as large as her husband’s cock.
When her gaze flew to his, Damen said silkily, “I’m going to take you in two ways at the same time.”
“Damen!”
But he was already reaching for her again, and her head began to spin as she tried to figure out which would go in which hole. Oh my God, did it really matter? Oh my God, how was this going to feel? Oh my God, her Greek billionaire really was so bad.
Thank You, God!
The End
Too Sinful for Love
by Marian Tee
Previously published as Truly, Madly, Deeply
About the Book
PROFESSOR MATTHIJS de Graaf was pissed.
He held between his hands the tiniest waist: a fuckably good thing in most cases, but not now. Not when he was staring at what his subconscious recognized as his predestined downfall, and his dick not giving a shit about the sense of foreboding that had turned his body rigid with tension.
The girl's long, dark hair was twisted up in a neat bun, with a few ebony strands escaping to outline the elegant curve of her cheeks. A respectable look on all accounts, and yet it only sharpened his attraction to her with a violent edge.
Ah, dammit.
Why did he find her so fucking hot?
An erotic vision suddenly seized hold of his mind: this lovely beauty on her knees, her silky locks twisted around his fingers as he guided her rosebud mouth to his—-
FOCUS, DAMMIT.
He finally managed to jerk his gaze away and tried to look for something else to see or think about, but his eyes only ended up latching on to something more dangerous.
She stared at him, and dammit, her big, dark orbs were just the way the professor liked them: quintessential doe eyes that had the highest success rate in beguiling assholes like him. The same could be said for her sartorial modesty, which only made him want to rip her shapeless sweater off and have her dainty breasts spill into his already itching palms.
Moments passed, and still she stared, looking up at him the way only someone pure and untouched could do so. Her doe eyes gawked and gobbled him up at the same time, and it was easy to see she was just too fucking naive to realize how her innocently yearning gaze had the professor thinking of the other things she could gobble up.
Like his already-swollen dick, for instance.
The thought, forbidden but inevitable, came out of the blue, and his teeth gnashed as lust turned his pants into a tight-squeezing torture. When the professor realized he was still holding on to the girl's waist, he removed his hands from her person with a muttered curse.
She heard this, of course, and it had her eat-you, eat-me eyes blink at him in hurt bewilderment.
Oh no, you fucking don't.
His jaw clenched against an instinctive desire to pull the girl close and soothe her pain with his mouth and hands. His dick might not care about what his mind knew, and it was that this girl was a fuckable disaster waiting to happen - but no goddamn way was he going down on her without a fight.
"I'm s-sorry—-"
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
Her voice was soft and trembling, and since it was also just the way he liked it, he cut her off brusquely and spoke in a low voice filled with contempt. "Just watch where you're damn going next time. You can't have everyone wasting their time saving idiots like you."
Prologue
God Only Knows by The Beach Boys
SOMEDAY IN THE FUTURE...
Matthijs' footsteps treaded silently on the hallway as he made his way to his daughter's bedroom. He cracked the door open and saw his baby girl still up.
At half past midnight.
She had her back against a mountain of pillows, a tiny dark-haired princess with an oversized pair of headphones plopped over her ears. He entered the room, and she seemed to sense his presence immediately as she stopped humming and turned her head towards his direction.
He smiled, and she beamed at him as the bed sank under his weight. He helped her take off the headphones and bent his head to receive a loud smack on his cheek. "Just because you're being sweet doesn't mean I'll let you stay up late," he said in mock warning, but this only had his little one giggling.
"But you always let me stay up late."
Matthijs winced. "Don't let your Mama hear that, will you?" He noticed the old iPhone on her bedside table as he spoke and asked curiously, "What are you listening to?"
"Grandpa's favorite song."
His heart clenched. "I see."
"Do you know it?"
Instead of answering, he started to hum the song's refrain, and Tilda's eyes sparkled with delight. He kept on humming, and soon his daughter began half-singing, half-humming.
God only knows...mm..mm..mm..
"A for effort," he told her with a grin. "I'd give you that at least." And he was being generous at that, considering how she only knew a fraction of the lyrics.