Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Hmmm,” he growls.
I reach up, pushing a strand of soaking wet hair from his face. “Are we going to talk about our feelings all night, or are you going to fuck me?”
His jaw clenches. “Fuck.”
I giggle.
I guess there really is nothing else to say.
Marek lifts me up so my legs curl around his waist, and then he lowers me down onto his cock, filling me slowly, steadily. I moan, pressing my lips to his, the water cascading over us. He turns, pressing my back to the wall, and then he fucks me.
Only this time, it’s a little slower, a little deeper, a little...gentler.
I wouldn’t dare say it, but it feels as if he’s making love to me.
The way his cock drags in and out of my pussy, the way his mouth moves over mine, soft and deep, or the way his hands grip my flesh, as if he never wants to let me go. Marek doesn’t say a lot, but right now, I can feel so much that he’s never allowed me to feel before. He might not say it, but he’s showing me.
He wants me, just as badly as I want him.
He fucks me in the shower, in the bed and against the balcony overlooking the city. When he’s finally had his fill, and my body is limp and exhausted, he orders room service and stands at the end of the bed, beautifully naked, staring down at me as I curl under the cover, exhaling with happiness.
“Why me, little dancer?”
I bring the blanket up to my chin and meet his gaze. “Why not you?”
He glances away, and I sit up.
“It’s okay, you know,” I dare to say, “to feel things.”
His jaw clenches. “Spent my entire life avoiding this situation. I am who I am because I’ve never allowed weakness and you...”
“I don’t make you weak, Marek,” I cut him off. “I just make the darkest sides of you, a little lighter.”
He looks back to me. “Careful, Ellie Mae, I could fuck you again before the night is through.”
My lips twitch. “I don’t think my insides can take it.”
He walks to the end of the bed and then lowers down, moving over me until I’m forced to lay back, his body hovering over mine. “I can soothe your pain,” he growls, sliding his tongue out and running it across my lower lip.
“Oh,” I whisper. “I’m certain you can, but we need to eat...and sleep.”
“Are you saying no?”
His mouth trails down my neck, and I shiver.
God damn.
“Are you saying you don’t want my tongue in your pussy, licking away every ounce of pain?”
His mouth vibrates against my neck.
Oh boy.
The doorbell rings.
“Saved by the bell,” I breathe.
He gives me a devilish look. “We’re not done here.”
Oh.
I have no doubt about it.
17
EPILOGUE – 6 MONTHS LATER
Flashing lights, the crowd roaring, photographers snapping photos as we finish what would have to be the most incredible show we’ve done yet. It sold out in minutes, and we decided it was best to do another three in this city while we were here. This city, being Las Vegas. The city where people come running for what we have to offer.
They love it.
They crave it.
They want more.
We have managed to get some of the best dancers in the state, and therefore, our show can only move forward. It has gone from a horrible place to a place where people are coming from all over to try out, in hopes they might get a spot on our team. We take new people often, but they need to be exceptional. All of them are.
It’s a hard choice.
But we only have the best.
Marek’s hand squeezes mine as we take a bow, another photo to go into the many papers that will run this story, promoting the breathtaking new show. I smile for them once more, before Marek pulls me offstage. He takes me through the main tent and out towards his RV, where he spins my body around and presses it against the cool outside wall, pushing himself against me.
“You’re fucking incredible, little dancer,” he murmurs, his lips sliding over mine.
“You go alright yourself, master,” I gasp, as his fingers reach around to grip my backside, pulling me closer.
His mouth is hot against mine as he rubs his cock up and down my leotard. Marek loves to fuck me after each show, like a reward. I enjoy every second of it. A throat clearing has Marek growling low with frustration as he releases me. We both turn to see Bonnie and Alexis standing with...my mother and father. My eyes widen, and I’m shocked. I never thought I’d see them here, and yet here they are, standing before me.
I push away quickly, straightening myself as my cheeks flush, but that feeling soon disappears when my father steps forward, extending his hand to Marek. For a moment, we all stand in silence, then Marek reaches out and takes it, shaking it firmly. “I didn’t want her here, but what I saw tonight, is something I could never even conjure up in my wildest imaginings. It was incredible. Thank you for giving my daughter the chance to become the absolute best she can be.”