Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“What’s for breakfast?” she asked.
“Protein.” I flipped the bacon that was sizzling in the pan and put a few pieces of Dave’s Killer Bread into the toaster. “How do you like your eggs?”
“However you make them.” The way her smile lit up her face made my chest ache, and I leaned in to kiss her, not being able to resist her pull.
“That was not what I asked you, little girl. Tell me how you like your eggs.”
“Scrambled with cheese.”
“Good girl.” I kissed her again.
She watched me as I moved around the kitchen, her eyes never leaving my hands as I worked to prepare our meal.
“Do you like to cook?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I was never allowed to learn.”
Jesus fuck. She really had no life skills.
“Come here,” I ordered.
I moved her in between my arms and handed her the fork to beat the eggs. I stood behind her, whispering the directions in her ear with my hands on her hips.
God, I was so tempted to say fuck the eggs, and put her on the counter and eat her for breakfast.
I was about to do just that when she bounced on her toes, so excited she didn’t even notice her ass rubbing against my hard cock. She had poured the eggs into the hot frying pan that I had cooked the bacon in and had already poured out the excess grease.
Charlotte was excited the eggs were cooking. I would let her have this for now, and I would have my second breakfast soon enough.
We ate in silence. The eggs were overcooked, but I didn’t care. She was happy and safe. That was enough for now.
“So, I should get going soon. My father will want to discuss what happened at the party last night.”
“You don’t have to go back there.” I struggled to keep my tone light and even.
“I do. I live there. I have to face my father and figure out what is going to happen after… everything.”
“Nothing is going to happen. You are going to stay right where you are. You’re mine now.”
“I’m not yours. That isn’t how that works.” Her eyes went to the ground, but her lips were in a firm line.
“That is exactly how that works, by your own admission. I fucked you last night, claiming you as mine.” I moved to stand directly in front of her and tilted her chin up so she could see how serious I was. “And you liked it. Admit it.”
“I…” Her voice cracked, and I was not having it.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, forcing her head up.
Leaning in really close, I whispered in her ear, “Admit it. I brought you back here and made you my little pet, and you fucking loved every minute. You loved the way I ate your little cunt, almost as much as you loved the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you. I bet you even loved the feeling of my come dripping from your cunt as I held you last night.”
“I…” She still couldn’t make a full sentence.
“You want to go back to your father so he can sell you off to some asshole who hits you and will never be able to make you feel the way I do?”
“Reid, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“No, I don’t think so, princess. The only thing you beg for is my cock. You sure as fuck won’t beg me to watch you marry some prick who doesn’t deserve you. You belong here, with me, in my bed, bouncing on my cock.”
“It’s not that simple,” she whispered.
“It is that simple,” I barked, losing my temper.
After everything I had done for her, risking my career, the only thing I gave a fuck about was her. I put her in my bed, something I had never done with any woman before. I fucking made her breakfast, and I still wasn’t enough for her.
“It isn’t, please understand.” Tears filled her eyes.
“Here is what I understand, princess,” I spat the word, making it an insult again. “If you want to go back into that den of vipers, you will be going with my come leaking from your pussy. This is mine.” I grabbed her bare pussy, finding it already wet for me. “This will only ever be mine. It doesn’t matter who you spread your pretty little legs for. I was here first, and we both know that no one will ever make you feel the way I can.”
“Reid, please,” she said again, but it was different this time.
Her voice was breathy, her pupils were wide, and her pussy was hot and wet on my fingers.
She wanted to be claimed by me.
Her body craved me, her heart wanted me, but her silly little brain refused to catch the fuck up.
I ripped my shirt off her, threw it somewhere behind me, turned her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter.