Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
The friction, pain, and vibrations brought me to heights I didn’t know my climax could reach. Everything in my body felt electrified, swollen, and alive.
I tightened my walls around his cock, feeling his skin humming against mine. “I’m going to come.”
My eyes rolled back. An avalanche of warmth swept over me. I rocked back and forth as my climax grabbed me by the throat.
Zach didn’t slow, fucking me even harder, wilder, like he intended to nail me to the floor. “I’m going to mark you until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”
“I belong to no one,” I groaned out, letting him devour my breasts, tease my nipples, lick every inch of my chest.
Snacks tumbled from the shelves, joining the buttons on the floor.
“Have fun on your date, Octi.” He released my skin with a pop, no doubt leaving a love bite tattooed to my skin. “You can pretend to enjoy another man’s company, but we both know that no one will ever come close to me.” Zach rubbed his mark with his thumb, letting it soak into my skin. “Coming now.”
“Me, too.”
Only with Zach did I ever have orgasms so close together.
I couldn’t help it.
He overloaded my senses. It was all too much. The scenery. The sensation. The man.
His cocked jerked inside me. He released a guttural groan, pushing his face into my shoulder blade.
I felt the heat of his cum inside his condom and the drip of my juices leaking onto the tiles.
Within seconds, he returned to his feet before I could regulate my breaths, tucking his dick back into his pants. He opened the door, letting a sliver of light in as he knotted the full condom.
I still lay on the floor, panting, wet, and naked.
“Admit it, Octi. No one else will ever chart. I’m it for you. I’m the only man you’ll ever desire.”
“How do you know?”
He stepped back, frowning. “Because you’re it for me, too.”
Every ounce of defiance I’d managed to muster knocked out of me in one swoop.
Before I could answer him, he turned and walked away, making sure to flip on the lights, so I could take a good look at the gift he’d left behind.
My discarded tampon, drenched from my juices and coated pink with diluted blood.
Proof I would always and forever be his little slut.
Zach:
Don’t forget not to clean the pantry.
Farrow:
Your autocorrect sucks.
Farrow:
And yes, I’ll clean the pantry when I’m back.
Zach:
It wasn’t autocorrect.
Zach:
Don’t you dare touch it.
Farrow:
?
Zach:
Until I have the chance to make you lick the fucking floor clean while I take you from behind.
Farrow:
You cannot be serious.
Zach:
I said don’t touch it.
Farrow:
You’re sick.
Zach:
Yes, I am.
Zach:
And you are the antidote, Octi.
It occurred to me that Andras’ invitation to train could be punishment before my execution.
After all, he’d reached new levels of cranky today. A miracle, considering his narrow range of emotions rivaled a psychopath’s.
Andras ripped his mask from his face. “Az lsten verje meg.”
He stomped off the piste, halfway through our training session.
I didn’t even know what I’d done wrong this time—other than show up early, focused and alert, annihilating his every attempt at catching me with his épée.
I unclipped myself from the wire, charging behind him. “Hey, we still have forty minutes left.”
He ignored me, storming into his office.
I managed to slip inside before the door slammed shut. “What’s going on?”
Hair clung to my forehead, glued by sweat. I swiped it away, bouncing from foot to foot.
We’d managed to ignore the elephant in the room all morning, but I had a feeling said elephant was about to crush the little hope I had into dust.
“There is no point, Fae.” Andras collapsed into his seat, lighting up a cigarette despite the no-smoking zone. “Vege. Your career is in an existential crisis. No matter how talented and motivated you are, you have no future in fencing.” He reclined in his seat. “Pretending otherwise is cruel to you and a waste of my own precious time.”
I remained standing, frowning at him. “Then, why did you wait three-quarters of our session to tell me this?”
Heat set my cheeks ablaze.
Andras hitched a shoulder up. “I tried to spare you my thoughts.”
“You’ve never done that before.”
He sucked on the cigarette, releasing a plume of smoke between his thin lips. “I wanted to take one last look at your craft before giving you my decision.”
“Oh, yeah?” I crossed my arms. “What’s the verdict?”
“You’re ready for the Olympics.” He tapped his cigarette on his ashtray, a deep frown still marring his face. “Remember my friend on the IOC?”
He had many friends high up on the International Olympic Committee. His reputation as Andras Horvath preceded him, after all.
I nodded, though it could be anyone. “Sure.”
“We discussed you all week.”
I inched forward. “And?”
“He went back to the committee. They are willing to give you a second chance if you pay the rest of your fee upfront.”