Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Why an anklet?” I ask as he gets back up and sits next to me.
“So when your legs are around my head, you’ll be reminded who you belong to.”
My mouth opens in shock at his words. “Are you for real?” I ask, outraged.
“Of course I am.” He grabs another drink, and before I know it, his mouth is on mine. His hands are on me, and the music fades out as he consumes me.
I hate that he has the power to do that and so easily.
He pulls away just as quickly, then stands and looks down at me.
“This time, I want you in my bed.” He offers me his hand. “And I will be your number one.”
“Wishful thinking,” I say with a sweet smile. My core is flooding with warmth. My body betraying me yet again. “You promised me something for coming tonight.”
His cocky smile kicks up as if he’s impressed I can remember what I came here for at all. He gestures to a closed door. I open it and step through, realizing it’s a small, closed-off private bar. A separate, unoccupied room.
When I turn around, his lips crash against mine. All the promises of before a tease. My body melts into his, my teeth grazing along his bottom lip in hot demand as he pushes me against the door. I feel him growing, the swell in his pants pushing against my stomach.
“You really thought you could walk in here in that, and there would be no consequences?” He trails his lips along my jaw and ear as he grabs my throat, pressing bruising kisses along my soft skin.
“Crue,” I manage to groan out. “You promised.” My words barely escape my lips—I am in a world of hurt right now.
He grabs my jaw, forcing our gazes to lock. I hate how my body burns for him whenever he is near me. “When have I ever lied to you? Two fucking weeks I’ve gone without the feel and taste of that sweet pussy.”
The tension coils in my stomach as I notice the black folder sitting on the bar, most likely the evidence he promised. But fuck it. His fingers graze up my thigh, lifting my dress to my hips as he presses himself against my wet heat.
His hand remains forcefully on my jaw. “Say you’re mine.”
“Fuck off!” I breathe out.
His other hand slips beneath my panties, his fingers making delicate swirls against the already-taut nerves. I all but moan.
His grip tightens on my jaw. “Say it.”
My groggy eyes snap back to his, and I blink a few times. How can any man make me feel this good? Those dark brown eyes promise all kinds of wicked things. And who am I to say no? How can I possibly say no? There is no way I can say no!
“Crue.” His name leaves my lips as a whimper.
It’s his undoing, and his tongue pushes against mine, hard and impatient. My nails rake down his chest in hot demand. I will never say I’m his. But my body, just as demanding, can express things that words never will.
I rip at his belt desperately, that smug smile pressing a kiss beneath my ear. “What’s the hurry, princess.”
He drops to his knees.
This powerful man kneels before me, licking me through my panties. Tasting me as he rubs the lace against me, causing a delicious friction.
I can’t handle it anymore. “Crue, fuck me already.”
He chuckles, standing again and rubbing his hard cock when it springs free from his trousers.
“I want you bent over that leather couch. Now.” His demand is a command and I am too desperate to defy him.
God, do I want him.
Fuck, do I need him.
I do as he says, spreading my legs wide as I bend over the couch. He tears open the condom and slides it over his sizeable cock. When I see it now, hard like this, my mouth waters. He’s fucking huge and he is about to impale me.
His gaze roams over my ass and down my tanned legs. He looks like a starved man as he grabs my ass. Hard. It’s painful. Dominating. Possessive.
He slips my panties to the side and nudges at my entrance. “What are you willing to do for it, princess?”
“For fuck’s sake, Crue.”
He thrusts in hard, his name coming out of my mouth like a sudden sweet prayer.
I support myself, holding on for dear life as he drives into me again and again, my body jolting beneath him with every thrust. I shouldn’t want this, but God, does it feel good. His chest presses to my back as his hand comes around my throat like a collar. I can hardly breathe as his grip firms, and his thrusts quicken.
Pure bliss rattles through my body as my legs go almost limp. He whispers in my ear, “Do you like that, princess? Do you want me to fill you up?”