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)
Where I once considered Crue a season or even a bad-boy phase, I’m not so sure anymore. What I do know is that I don’t like it when another man gives me flowers or champagne.
CHAPTER 55
Rya
He’s here.
I just know he is.
Before I even step into my apartment, I can smell him. I walk in to find Crue on my couch, watching television. As soon as he notices me stepping into the room, he stands.
“Why were you gone all night?” Crue asks. “And who gave you those?” He eyes the flowers and champagne.
“I should have known the moment another male is on the scene, you’d smell it like a bloodhound.”
His gaze turns dark and threatening. “Who gave those to you?”
“Why are you here?”
“Waiting for you. Please get dressed. We have plans today.”
“Are you sure your mother would approve of that?”
“Do I look like a man who cares what his mother thinks?” Crue raises a brow, his gaze scanning over me and stopping at my ankle. “You’re still wearing my anklet.”
I realize that I forgot to remove it.
“It’s coming off.”
“Keep it on. For today at least.”
“I need to shower.” I turn toward my bedroom and yell over my shoulder, “You can show yourself out.” When I get to my room, I undress before I turn the shower on and step in. I wash, then turn to rinse my face and find him watching me. “Why are you still here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
“I told you I have plans with you today.”
“What’s so urgent?” I ask, rinsing myself off. When I step out, he hands me a soft, white fluffy towel. I wrap it around myself and catch it at the top, but he catches my waist as I try to pass him.
“Wear a dress today.”
My nose scrunches up at the order in his voice, so defiant as ever I ask, “Why?”
His gaze drops to my anklet again. “So I can see that.”
I shake my head at his request, and when I try to pull away again, he leans in and kisses me. This man steals my breath and any rational thought along with it. His lips touch the corner of my mouth, and he kisses me softly.
“I planned to do a lot of dirty things to you last night,” he relays against my lips.
“Like?” I turn toward him. My body hungers for him. But fuck me. How long can I do this to myself? This back and forth. This to and fro. I literally went to the one place where I thought he couldn’t find me last night to what? Fuck him again the next day. This makes no sense.
“For one, I wanted to slide my fingers up your leg because I know how much you love that.” He does that movement right now, sliding his hand up my leg, leaving goose bumps in his fingers’ wake. “Then I would get so close, and you would wiggle your hips so I’m touching where you want me.” I do as he says. “Right there,” he whispers, applying pressure before he slides a finger inside me. His thumb circles my clit as he kisses me again.
This time, I give him my all.
Because this man can kiss.
And he makes me forget about what we were even fighting about. I rip at his clothes as my towel flutters to the floor. His shirt comes undone, and I pull at his belt, undoing it, then I unzip him and pull his cock out. I waste no time before I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me, knowing what I want. I twine my legs around his waist, gripping tight. I feel him there, and he smirks as he positions himself. I lean in and nip at his lip before I take it in my mouth and suck hard.
I freeze when I feel Crue entering me. He lowers me slowly, then pauses all together. “Princess?” he says, and I hear the question.
“Fuck me already, Crue.”
“Of course,” he says, and with a sinister smile, he lifts me up and ever so slowly lowers me back down, teasing me until I grip his shoulders and start moving faster.
“Are we needy today?” he taunts. “Have I not been making you feel fulfilled lately, princess?”
“Will you stop calling me that?” I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling it back to expose his neck to me. I lean in and suck, marking him as he has done to me many times, while I continue to glide up and down on his thick cock.
He feels so… damn… good.
“I can feel you tightening.” His face tilts back down to mine and he leans into my ear to quietly say, “Come for me, princess… all over my bare cock.” I don’t register all his words, but I hear the part where he told me to come. And I do. My head falls to his shoulder, and I clutch hold wherever I can. I hold on for dear life, but I don’t need to because he has me, and he isn’t letting go until I’m ready.