Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I've never let myself question why I cared so much because it was a line that felt fucking wrong to cross. But part of me always hoped she got the fuck away from her father and was living her best life even if it was lightyears out of my reach. He's always been a greedy, self-serving prick. It was never as obvious as it was at that party, with him acting like he was high and mighty now that he was running his wife's company for Madison.
He didn't have a single thing to do with the company's success. From what I know about it, the perfume company was passed down to Madison's mother by her parents. I'm not surprised he wanted it for himself given how much it's worth, but trying to kill his own daughter to get it?
That's a level of fucked up beyond comprehension. Sadly, it's not entirely surprising coming from him. If anyone is capable of that kind of fuckery, it's him.
If Madison wants to make his life hell for a while, I'm more than happy to help. Christ, I'm down for whatever she wants to do.
Which is…honestly wild. Two hours ago, the last damn thing I wanted in my life was a woman. But no one told me Madison was an option. Had I known that? Well, shit might have been a lot different.
She isn't too goddamn young anymore. She isn't off-limits now.
She's still fucking stunning. The pretty little angel grew into a blonde hair, blue-eyed siren. She's lush and sweet, her body thick and perfect everywhere.
Every word those perfect lips form is dipped in cinnamon and sugar and doused in snark and flame. She isn't delicate. There's steel in her, and fire. It's a hell of a combination. One that has my cock aching like a motherfucker.
I squeeze myself through my pants, groaning at the memory of her lips against mine. They were so damn soft and pliable. She was so sweet and eager, like she was as desperate to kiss me as I was to kiss her.
Will she be just as sweet and eager—just as pliable and soft—when she's beneath me, moaning my name?
I close my eyes, imagining that very scene…her beneath me, moaning.
"Fucking hell," I groan, yanking my zipper down to free my cock. We've already established that I'm going to hell. Might as well take a little pressure off before I make the trip.
I delve my hand into my boxers, pulling out my cock. I picture Madison, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She's naked and trembling, reaching for me.
My name echoes in the room around us as my lips glide up her leg. I can't wait to taste her. I'll live between her legs, eating her for every damn meal. By the time she's wrapped around my cock, she'll be begging me to breed her.
Please, Jack. Please, fuck your baby into me. Fill me up.
I growl out loud at the thought, working my cock in a tight fist. She wants me to fill that perfect pussy? I won't quit until she's so full, she's dripping cum every minute of the day.
I'll possess her, own her…fucking worship her.
She'll be pregnant with my kid in no time, begging me to put my ring on her finger.
That picture slams into me—her naked, wearing nothing but my ring and my marks—and my balls cinch up tight. I jerk my cock harder, growling her name.
My head tips back against the chair, my breath coming in harsh pants. "Fuck, baby," I groan, hips bucking wildly as I come all over the goddamn place. "Fuck."
I work out every last drop, hanging onto that image of her in my ring until my dick is so sensitive I'm trembling. The bastard doesn't go down. He just hangs between my legs, hard and heavy, as if asking when the fuck he's going to get the real thing.
"Soon," I growl, snatching a handful of tissues from the holder to clean myself up. I pretend I'm not talking to my cock. And that I'm not losing my mind over a woman I thought was forever out of my reach until an hour ago.
But…I am. Christ, am I ever.
"Shoot. It's him," Madison grumbles from the other side of the pool house door when I tap on it early the next morning.
"Would you prefer the sheriff, baby?" I call through the heavy wood, smirking as I juggle a breakfast tray.
She mutters something I don't hear. Whatever it is, I'm guessing it isn't a compliment, and then unlocks the door for me.
My dick immediately stiffens, pressing up against my fly. Fuck me. She's even more beautiful first thing in the morning. There's a pillow crease on her cheek, and her hair is a wild mess around her face. I can see her nipples—her perfect, hard little nipples—through her tank top.