Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Him.
To make me come?
I don’t know.
I just need more of this connection between the two of us. I need it all.
I want it all.
A tear threatens to escape. I won’t let this man see me cry for him, even though my chest expands, love trying to seep in, but I can’t fall for a priest.
Benedict watches all these crazy emotions I’m having play out all over my face. He doesn’t move, just watches. “You’re okay.” He soothes me with his words.
“I don’t know if I am.” I’m being honest. This sex is having an insane effect on me. I don’t know what to do.
Part of me wants to cry. The other part wants him to call me filthy names and fuck me ragged. I’m at war with myself, and I’m begging for more of this torture.
“I own you,” he says again as he pushes his behemoth of a dick inside me. Seriously this thing is like trying to fit the ocean into a teacup.
I spread my legs more, accepting him into me, my body pulsing and throbbing with the need to come. To release. My orgasm is looming, nearly on the horizon as I thrust my hips to meet his.
“You make me so damn hard, Eva. So fucking hard, and now I’m going to fuck you completely. Fill you up completely that you’ll never stop thinking about this for the rest of your life.” He keeps pumping slowly inside me, my body needing him desperately to speed up.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, but he keeps moving at the speed of molasses as he pushes his dick deeper inside me.
He breaks loose, moving into me at such speed that my orgasm rips right through me. I scream out his name, but he’s relentless, bucking into me with the force of a stallion. I scrape my nails down his back as he keeps fucking me like he’s got something to prove. He keeps hammering away and his eyes close momentarily.
“Fuck,” he grits out as the first wave of his orgasm crashes through him. He keeps coming, his release never stopping as he thrusts into me a few more times.
Finally our bodies calm, but before he pulls out of me, he looks down at me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his face inches from mine.
“I’m yours.” I gaze into his blue eyes. They look as light as the ocean. And the more I stare into them, the more I can see forever in them.
But that’s silly.
This isn’t forever.
This is one man’s weakness. Benedict couldn’t resist me anymore, and I’m sure once it’s all said and done, he’ll regret ever meeting me.
It’s been two days since I’ve had sex with Benedict, and every second that passes, the memory of it clings to my skin like the softest silk. It’s maddening. The way his hands moved over me, possessive yet gentle, knowing exactly how to make me unravel with a single touch. I can still hear the low growl of his voice, whispering those dirty things in my ear, things that made me feel desired in ways I never thought possible.
Every time I close my eyes, I’m back there, lost in the heat of him, the way our bodies moved together like they were made for each other. I can’t stop thinking about it. About him. It’s like he’s imprinted on me, and no amount of distraction can shake the memory.
And now, here we are, getting ready to head to the club for another night of work. I don’t want to go. If I had it my way, we’d stay here, wrapped up in each other’s arms for the rest of the evening, hell, for the rest of forever. But duty calls, and the real world waits for no one, not even for us. I let out a small sigh, trying to push aside the ache of wanting him again, even though he’s just in the next room.
Standing in front of the mirror, I adjust the wig on my head, tugging it slightly to make sure it’s situated just right. The short black strands fall perfectly, framing my face, concealing my real hair beneath. I stare at my reflection, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. The disguise is necessary, I remind myself. But it doesn’t make it any less strange to see myself like this, like someone else entirely, hiding in plain sight.
As I apply a final touch of lipstick, my mind drifts back to Benedict. I can’t help it. The way he looks at me, like I’m the only thing in the world that matters, sends shivers down my spine. It’s more than just the sex. There’s a connection between us, something raw and undeniable, something that scares me and excites me all at once.
I hear his footsteps behind me, and the air seems to thicken with his presence. Even without looking, I know it’s him. I feel him. His eyes on me, the heat of his gaze burning into my back, I know he’s there. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my body betrays me. The familiar tingle of anticipation starts low in my belly, spreading through me like wildfire.