Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Johnston moved slightly, his chest muscles tightening with the movement before relaxing again, his lips softly parting. His dark curls were a mess, and he had stubble forming along his jaw, that I knew he hated. Said it made his skin itch.
Hell, I thought he’d never looked hotter.
I eased out of my panties and slowly slid my t-shirt off, being careful not to wake Johnston up, before I slowly moved to straddle his naked hips. I quietly gasped when his hard cock slid against my slit, and my belly tightened, warmth rushing through my veins.
My body was tingling, my core already clenching, ready to accept him.
I slowly lowered my upper body until my nipples brushed his tattooed chest, and I bit my lip when the sensitive tips shot pleasure through my body, sending it straight down to my core. I squeaked when Johnston’s hands suddenly gripped my hips, and he ground me against his cock, drawing a desperate moan from the back of my throat.
“Thought I was asleep, Red?” he rasped. His dark eyes were open and locked on mine, need and hunger burning brightly within. His hand slid up my back until he gripped a handful of my red hair, yanking my head back so he had a better look at my eyes. “I’m always aware of you, Aaliyah. I felt you the moment you began moving.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, chills rushing down my spine. The way he said it—it sounded so possessive. So obsessed.
So fucking hot.
I moaned and rocked against him. He gritted his teeth, his dark eyes blazing with need. “I’m going to put you on your stomach and fuck you if you don’t stop,” he warned me, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass.
I just rolled my hips in response, desperate to have him inside of me. I knew I was teasing a beast, but I didn’t care. I wanted his savagery.
With a growl, he rolled us over and then leaned up on his knees, flipping me onto my belly. Then, he yanked my hips up into the air before shoving inside of me, bottoming out. I cried out his name, my hands fisting the sheets and blankets as I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate to let him fuck me like a man possessed.
“You are mine,” Johnston snarled, his hips audibly smacking against my ass as he thrust inside of me. “I own every fucking part of you, Red.”
He was obsessed, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Yes,” I mewled, encouraging him. He felt so good inside of me like this. Possessing me. Owning me.
“God, this pussy,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet. Love how soaked you get for me.”
“Always,” I moaned, my head dropping onto the mattress just as my body tightened before I came all over his cock, my scream muffled by the sheets.
“Red!” Johnston called as he stepped out of his office. I looked up from the bar where I was wiping water spots off of the glasses, watching as he emerged from the hallway. “Woman, you better not be fucking cleaning.”
I shot him a sheepish smile. Since I’d become his old lady, apparently I couldn’t clean anymore. But what the hell else was I supposed to do around here when he was locked up in his office, dealing with club shit?
“I got bored.”
He rounded the bar and took the towel from me before handing it off to one of the club girls. I set the glass on the counter with a soft sigh. I needed to find a hobby.
“Finish what she was doing,” he ordered. He looked back at me. “You and I have an appointment to get to.”
I arched a brow at him. “We do?” First I was hearing about it.
“Yes, we do.” He grabbed my hand in his, linking our fingers together before he pulled me out from behind the bar. “Blayke, you ready?” he called over his shoulder as he led me to the clubhouse doors.
“Right behind you, Prez,” Blayke said, coming out of the back hallway. I frowned in confusion. Why did Blayke need to come with us?
“Do either of you want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, getting ready to throw what the guys called a ‘bitch-fit’.
“We’re getting married today.”
Say what?
I dug in my heels, glaring at Johnston’s back. He growled before stopping, turning to face me, a scowl on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, standing my ground. He didn’t scare me. I knew Johnston would kill himself before he ever touched me inappropriately. “What do you mean we’re getting married?” I demanded.
His scowl deepened. “Exactly what I said, Red.”
“I’m not getting married in this!” I yelled at him, gesturing over myself. I was in a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy, stained t-shirt. Was he out of his goddamn mind?