Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I rake my sharp nails up his legs and grab his ass, letting them dig in and mark him.
“Fuck,” he grits out, and I do something I haven’t done before. But anything goes with Will. I feel like his depravations have no limits as I slip a finger between his ass cheeks and nudge it into his asshole.
His eyes burst open as he stares at me. This man, full of power and lean muscle, pumping into me as if daring me to press my finger in deeper. And so I do.
He arches but growls like an animal as I press into him. He pumps only twice more until his cock jerks in my mouth and I’m rewarded with shots of cum going down the back of my throat. The vein in his neck pulses as a heated flush spreads up his face.
So much cum, and I happily swallow all, as if it’s hitting right in my center. I’m already a wet, soaking mess.
His eyes finally spring open again as I retract my finger from his asshole and he pulls out of me. He rubs the tip of his cock along my lips and I follow it, wanting every drop.
He grabs me by the throat and lifts me to my feet. I’m powerless against his strength and I fucking love it. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathes just before he kisses me and presses me against the counter.
I don’t even have time to comprehend why that alone erupts a different type of fluttering in my stomach, because he’s on me, demanding and possessive.
He grabs under my thighs and lifts them to his shoulders, hooking my legs over his back as his mouth goes straight to my silk-covered pussy.
After a few quick swipes with his tongue, he raises his head and adjusts me in his arms. I laugh as I realize he’s still wearing shoes and a shirt as he storms toward my bedroom. “Looks like I get to tie you up.”
He tosses me on the bed and follows me down. “You can wait until I’m done getting my fill first,” he growls out as he lowers his head between my legs again and sucks against the silk of my PJs. “Already so wet for me, love.” I lose my next breath as he coats his face in my juices, and I realize with absolute clarity that neither of us will be getting any sleep.
CHAPTER 35
Will
I’ve fucked this woman in every hole and position possible. We tried to shower twice and ended up fucking both times. She’s lying in my arms now, exhausted, and I can’t wipe the smile from my face. I’ve never had any particular addictions, but I imagine if I did, they wouldn’t have a hold over me like this woman’s pussy does.
“I haven’t even handcuffed you yet,” she says as she draws circles on my chest.
“Give me a few minutes to recharge and I’m sure I can grant that wish.”
She chuckles and props herself on an elbow to look down at me. Her fingers trail gently under my eyes, and at first, I’m confused until I realize she’s probably tracing the dark circles beneath them. I kiss the inside of her wrist.
“Do you have to go back?” she asks.
“Why? Miss me already?” I ask arrogantly. She smiles, and what I’d do to have that expression aimed at me every day. I was a selfish prick for even thinking that when I could barely offer her half a man, and as she said last time, she wants marriage. I don’t.
“No, you just seem tired. Do you want to talk about it?”
She’s staring at me now with a sense of vulnerability. I don’t understand how she can make me so easily slip from spouting humorous nonsense to tugging this part of me out that I don’t share with others. Not even my sister.
“It’s just a job.” I avert my gaze.
“Is your job always this tiring?” she asks as she lays her head back on my chest.
I think about it. I’ve never really considered it before. Since Hayley’s passing, it’s the thing that I’ve buried myself in. If anything, Alina has been the first thing in a long time that’s caught my attention and kept it for so long.
And doesn’t that make me all the more of a prick, considering she was my previous target? She’s never mentioned her past, and I don’t particularly feel like prying. I already know everything there is to know about her. But getting to know her on paper and through photos is very different to being in the same room as her and actually talking.
“This task was a little more difficult because it was for a friend. He lost his daughter, and it brought back memories from days when I was a detective.”
The circles on my chest momentarily stop, but then she continues. “How did he lose his daughter?”