Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
He lifts his head up off the bed and opens his eyes, looking up at me, squinting at the harsh light my cell is putting off. “You want an oversized dildo?”
“Never mind.” I sigh, turning my back on him to leave.
“I’m joking.” He grabs me by the wrist and yanks me down into his bed. He shifts to lie on his side, pulling my back into his front. His skin is warm against mine, and I also realize the fucker sleeps naked. He settles his face into my neck.
“Law …” I warn.
“Who was it?” he asks, letting out a long breath.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see their face.” I shine my phone on his closed bedroom door to make sure someone isn’t entering as we speak.
He yanks it out of my hand, turns off the flashlight, and tosses it to the floor, leaving us in darkness. “Maybe you dreamed it.”
“No. It was a person. I’m sure of it.” I find myself snuggling into him more.
“Well, sleep in here. I’ll protect you.”
I almost laugh at that. “There’s nothing to fear when you’re already lying in bed with the devil,” I joke.
He ignores me. “Ever heard of that saying when someone needs a ride in your car? You either have to pay for gas or give up the ass?”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not how it goes.”
“If you’re going to lie in my bed, you either fuck my dick or give me head.”
“Cute,” I say dryly.
“I’m not lying.” He shifts, and his right hand comes up, wrapping around my neck, forcing me to arch it back. “Maybe I want both.” He growls into my ear before sinking his teeth into my shoulder, and a moan escapes my parted lips.
I freeze at what I just did. I’ve never messed around with Law without at least Scout present. His name alone makes my anger rise. He made it very fucking clear earlier tonight when he face-fucked my ex-best friend in front of me to prove a point. Then touched me afterward to see if it made me wet.
He cares less than I do. So, he thinks.
“What’s it going to be, little doll?” Law whispers. The hand around my throat moves down my chest, stomach, and presses its way into my pajama pants. His fingers are shoved into my underwear, and I lift my right knee to give him better access. He chuckles in my ear, kissing his way down my neck.
My right hand reaches up, and I find his head, gripping ahold of his thick, dark hair. I rock my hips against his greedy fingers. “Law,” I moan when he adds a third.
“Yeah, doll?” he asks, nipping at my skin, and my hand falls from his hair. I grip the side of the bed instead. “What do you want?” he demands, getting up on his left elbow to give him better access to my body. But he keeps his front pinned to my back so I can’t roll over like I want. I want to kiss him. I’ve never kissed Law before. I wonder what his lips feel like.
“Beg me,” he orders, grinding his hard cock into my ass. “Beg me to play with you.”
“Please.” I lick my lips, trying to control my breathing. I can hear the thunder roll outside, but his room is still pitch black. I can’t see anything, just feel him. “Please play with me, Law.”
He slides his free arm under my shoulders and rolls onto his back, pulling my body on top of his, keeping my back to his front. I lie on top of him, staring up at the dark ceiling. “Open your legs,” he growls in my ear.
I place them on either side of his thighs and let them fall wide open. His hand that he wrapped around my shoulder comes up to my neck, and he wraps it around my throat, pulling my head back to the point it falls off the side of his shoulder. It makes it hard to breathe at this angle and stretches my back, but his fingers don’t slow down. He finger-fucks me with his hand between my parted legs.
“Oh, God …” I choke out as my hips ride his fingers. I can feel his hard cock against my inner thigh, and I want it inside me.
“Shh, little doll,” he whispers into my ear, squeezing his hand and taking away my air.
My hands fall flat to the sides and grip the sheets as he fucks me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
The room could be spinning, or it could be me. I’m not sure. It’s just blackness, alcohol, and an orgasm-induced haze.
I come lying on top of him, and my body instantly sags against his while he releases my throat. I suck in a breath and realize tears are rolling down the side of my face.