Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Want became need, and need became obsession. I don’t know how Tommy even got into that game the other day, but rather than toss him out, I let him play. I saw my move five steps before I took it, like everything in my life. I watched him bury himself in his losing streak, until he had nothing left.
Well, almost nothing.
“Surely there's something else you could put on the table.”
He’d started for his watch, but I shook my head. I had literally zero interest in his shitty Omega knock-off. The keys to his Toyota Camry came next, and I could have laughed. My fucking suit at that table cost more than his car.
“No, Tommy,” I’d said evenly, my eyes fixed on him.
He’d thought another moment or two, pounding two more big pours of whiskey.
“I’ve got this side chick, Mr. Kovac,” he’d slurred out, grinning sloppily at me. “She dances over at the Pole-Cat Club. Real hot little number, and let me tell you, she’ll suck the chrome off a—”
“I’m not remotely interested in your fucking sloppy seconds, Tommy,” I’d spit heatedly, my eyes narrowing and my jaw clenching tight.
His face had paled, and I’d ginned. Here was the set.
“Maybe you should just call it a night, Tommy.”
I nodded at my guys, and they started to move when Tommy’s voice cut through.
“No, wait.”
I’d grinned.
“There’s something else.”
I’d looked up to see him chewing on his lip, that gambler’s junky fix all over his face.
“I got something else.”
“I’m listening,” I’d growled.
Tommy had shrugged. “I, uh, I got this daughter.”
Again, I could have killed him right there. A man offering his daughter as a bet, to a man like me? What a waste of oxygen on this planet. What a piece of human trash. And I should have cut him in two right there, except…
…Excepted he was about to give me what I wanted.
“She’s a pretty decent cook, and cleans real good.”
I nodded impassively.
“She just turned eighteen.”
God help me, my cock turned to stone in my pants. I knew it was wrong, and fucked up. But I’d been staring at her pictures and obsessing over her, and now, she was going to be mine.
All mine.
So I let Tommy place the bet. I watched him lose, and I watched the horror wash over his face before I’d had my guys toss him out.
That was two days ago, and now she’s here. She’s finally mine. I always get what I want, and I want everything about Skye Jensen.
I smell her before I even turn the corner into the living room. She smells like temptation. She smells soft, and untouched — like flowers, or fucking candy. She’s so damn young. So barely appropriate. Fuck, I bet her pussy tastes like heaven.
I know from her file that she doesn’t have a boyfriend. I know she doesn’t date, or go out, which is a good thing, because the thought of another man putting his hands on her, or even looking at her the way I’ve been staring at her pictures makes me want to fucking break something.
But none have.
I’m almost one-hundred percent sure she is, based on my file, but I pray she’s a virgin.
…Because I want to be her first.
I want to be the one who drives his cock into her exquisitely soft, tiny little cunt for the first time. I want to be the one to stretch her wide, push through her virginity, and claim her. I want to watch her face as she comes with a real man’s cock deep inside of her for the first time. I want to fill her with every fucking drop of my cum, over and over and over again, until it leaks out of her and trickles down her sweet young thighs.
My hands tighten at my sides, my jaw clenching as I finally step into the living room and gaze upon my prize from behind.
She senses my presence and starts to stand, but my voice stops her.
“No.”
I barely croak it out, my pulse racing. She stays where she is, hands on her lap, her shoulders tight. Her long, blonde hair tangles down her back and over one of her temptingly bare shoulders — crisscrossed with the pure white straps of a tiny little sundress.
Jesus fucking Christ, it’s like throwing meat to the lions. My eyes lock onto those bare shoulders, at that sweet exposed skin. I want to lick every inch of that sweet, soft body. Fuck, I want to push that dress up over her ass, bend her over, and let her feel every inch of my thick cock right here.
I manage to restrain myself and I move behind her, but I’m powerless to stop my hands from moving to those bare shoulders. My cock lurches at the first contact of my large hands on her soft, warm, supple skin. My fingers trace the straps of her dress, and my cock strains at the suit pants binding it down.