Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
To make it worse, his family would be happy to see me dead.
Except there’s one simple thing I can’t deny.
Every time he kisses me, I love it.
I wish I could pretend like there isn’t this insane draw, but it’s here, right here, when his mouth presses to mine. God, it tastes good, it feels good, and he makes me feel wanted more than I’ve ever been wanted before.
Like we’re just people—family, money, power, all of that aside—just people.
“Dara,” he whispers, breaking away by an inch. He reaches up and unbuttons my shirt. “No matter what happens, we have this.” He leans forward, kissing my collarbone.
I let out a soft moan. “We have you unbuttoning my blouse?”
“We have the way it feels when I do this.” He removes each button, kissing me as he does it. “We have your lips, your moans. My hands on your skin. Forget about everything else.”
“I have to admit, you’re extremely persuasive.”
“That’s my finest quality.” He finishes my buttons, pushing my blouse open, and kisses the tops of my breasts back up to my neck.
“Actually, I think this is your finest quality.” I reach down between his legs, running my palm up along his stiffening cock.
He groans, grinning. “You filthy girl. That was a very dirty joke.”
“I know,” I whisper, standing on my toes as I stroke him through his dress slacks. “But I also kind of mean it.”
He buries my mouth with his.
Chapter 30
Dara
My blouse comes off. My bra quickly follows. His lips kiss and suck my nipples as he drags me to the couch, forcing me to straddle him. I gasp as he pulls my hands back, leaning them on his knees, shifting forward to kiss his lips up my stomach, to my nipples, finally to my mouth.
He pulls my hair, dragging me forward again.
I grip the back of the couch, moving my hips, his cock stiffening between my legs.
“There’s something nice about wanting to fuck my wife more than anything else in the world,” he whispers, smirking a bit.
“I think there’s a compliment somewhere in there.”
“I mean it. I never thought I’d actually want the woman I married. I thought I’d be in some loveless, sexless relationship, and yet—”
He pulls my hair again. I gasp as he reaches down to unbutton my pants.
“And yet you can’t keep your hands off me,” I say, letting out a low moan as he kisses my neck softly.
“Exactly,” he murmurs.
“So much for keeping this an arrangement.”
“That’s the fucked-up part.” He pulls my hair again, gentler this time, staring into my eyes as he slides one hand down the front of my panties, cupping my warm pussy. I lift up slightly, giving him some room, purring with ecstasy as he touches me. “Now that I want it to be an arrangement, I can’t seem to keep things professional.”
“That’s because you have no willpower.”
“I have plenty of willpower. Only it’s been turned to the dark side.” His fingers curl, teasing me.
“And I’m the dark side now?”
“Love, you’re the death of me.” He turns and pins me down on the couch, peeling off my pants.
I lick my lips, staring at him. “Maybe not the best choice of words, considering the meeting we just had,” I whisper.
His smile is sultry and sexy. “Here, let me make it up to you.” He kisses up my inner thighs until he reaches my panties.
I dig my fingers into his hair as he peels my panties aside, licking me, flicking his tongue along my folds. He spreads me, sucking and rolling his mouth along my clit. I arch my back, cursing as pleasure burrows into my skull.
“That’ll definitely make me forgive,” I moan, pulling his hair. “But forget? You’ll have to work harder.”
He smirks as he sinks his fingers inside of me. “Are you sure? Should I say something hurtful, just so I can apologize some more?”
“Mmm, fuck, how about you stop teasing and make me come?”
“Oh, you’re a demanding one tonight,” he says, his eyes shining with excitement. “I like it.”
“Should I be pushier? Do you like it when I tell you what I want?”
“I love it,” he says, voice husky.
I take a breath, gasp as his fingers find a perfect spot, and shimmy my hips. I’ve never talked dirty before, but Finn’s confidence unlocks something inside of me.
“I like it when you lick me,” I say, feeling shy, but pressing past it.
“Like this?” He starts lapping at me softly.
“But higher,” I moan, clenching my jaw. “Oh, fuck, yes, like that. I like when you lick with the tip of your tongue, right there, in little circles—fuck, yes, okay, that’s it. Keep doing that.”
His fingers slide in and out as he obeys my commands and I feel filthy, strong, in control, and beautiful as he does what I tell him. I’ve never been so vocal in all my life—the thought of actually telling a man what feels good has felt too embarrassing to ever try—but this is right. This is good.