Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
All his words, the intensity as he spoke, he was making promises that I was feeling in my soul. How all of that, with what he was saying, mixed with how he was thrusting inside me, branding the feel of him deep inside in my body, it was all too much and I screamed, my entire body jackknifing against him as my third climax tore through me.
“Baby, you are mine.” Brett kept fucking me through my release. “There is nothing I won’t do if it means taking care of you.”
I couldn’t speak. The ability left me from the ferocity of my last explosion.
Brett didn’t seem to mind as his lips dropped to mine, and his tongue took control of my mouth at the same time, his cock began moving faster, deeper, rougher. All of a sudden, with a savage growl erupting from him, he rose, slid his hands under me, and he propped me up so he could hit at an even deeper angle.
Holy fuck.
He was going to the end.
“Brett,” I gasped. “God. Baby.”
His eyes snapped to mine at my last word, and he unloaded, coming inside me.
44
BILLIE
A phone was ringing, and I didn’t want to hear it. That intrusion was not welcomed.
The cold blasted me as Brett rolled away, checking his phone, then cursed at whoever was on the other end. He was up and heading out of the room as he answered. “What is it?”
I sat up, reaching for my own phone.
Christ. An onslaught of memories came all at once. The dinner. Brandi. Then Brett, the extreme need I felt for him, and the rest of the night. I looked at the bedposts, feeling those restraints all over again. I had loved it. Loved the feeling that he could dominate me, that I would be in complete submission to him. He’d tied my arms down for the second round.
A delicious shiver went through me.
I was addicted to him.
My body already longed for the next time he’d tie me up, and how he would do it, but it was more. My heart was bursting. He’d stamped himself on every part of me, mind, body, and soul. I was his, whether he realized it or not. I was his, whether he wanted me or not.
I lay back down, letting myself remember the rest of the night. We hadn’t stopped. Brett kept taking from my body, and I gave it. Gladly. Completely. I stifled another groan, because my God, he could come back in here, and he’d be able to just slide right inside because I was wet. Then again, this was probably from the last two rounds, as I lay on my stomach and he took me from behind. I’d tried reaching for him, tried bending down so I could suck him, but he wouldn’t let me. He said last night was his feast. I’d get to eat another night, and I was looking forward to that. Images of our very last round flashed in my head as I rode him, rising up over him, and as we watched the other the entire time, neither of us spoke the whole time, and I cursed, knowing, feeling it in my chest—back to my regular programming schedule of terror and murder.
I focused on my phone, seeing there were no new texts or calls. My family was still sleeping, no doubt, like normal people. Whatever had happened, though, I couldn’t wait. There was an itch inside me, and it was growing, becoming more demanding.
Something had happened, something bad.
I slipped out of bed, grabbing the sheet to wrap around me.
Brett’s voice was coming from his office, where he was sitting on his couch, one elbow resting on his knee and his head hanging down.
“What’s he ‘allegedly’ saying then?” His gravelly voice ground out. He waited for their answer before biting out a curse. “Just fucking tell me. Should I listen to it and summarize for her or let her hear it?”
His head lifted, his eyes already guarded.
His mouth turned down. “I’ll call you back.”
Whoever was on the other end protested as he ended the call.
He didn’t tell me anything, just held my gaze, and after a moment, I could see his suffering. He was hurting for me.
I crawled into his lap and took the phone from his hand. He leaned back on the couch, cradling me, as I went through his call history. KIM KINGS PR was at the top.
“Kim is public relations?”
Brett nodded. His neck was stiff. His whole body was rigid under me, but I hit call.
“Billie—”
She answered immediately, her voice filling the room as I hit speaker. “Jesus Christ, Broudou. I’m not calling to ruin your day or Billie’s, but what affects her now affects you, and that affects the team. We’ve taken a stance to support you. I need to know how to proceed. I’m getting calls from the press about this leaked call.”