Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so the cameras didn’t hear but also because I honestly had no breath left inside me.
“No. It’s not. I-I still feel awful about kissing you.”
My teeth clamped together. It took effort to speak around the clench. “And I feel awful for having to fuck you.”
I’d expected that vague apology to give her peace of mind.
It did the opposite.
Her lips twisted with grief, unable to make eye contact. “I know this must be so hard for you. I know you’re struggling just as much as I am.”
What the fuck?
What the hell made her think sleeping with her was hard? Christ, that was the only thing keeping me going. Despite it being borderline abusive and covered in all kinds of wrong, it wasn’t a hardship to be with her.
I wanted to ask her to speak plainly.
I needed to know why she suddenly believed she was the sinner in this scenario, but the blinking red dots of cameras never stopped recording. I had no way of knowing how well they could tape sound or if our every secret was being watched.
Tomorrow.
Once Q had arrived and Ily was safe, then we’d talk.
Truly talk.
I’d tell her that she was the only one in twenty-nine years to make me hope I could ever deserve someone to call my own. I’d tell her how grateful I was that I wasn’t alone in this. That I was thankful it was her.
For now, though…you will get off her and go and do what you came here to do.
With a grunt, I flexed my back to shift away. My hands landed on either side of her head to push up. And Ily’s reaction fucking lacerated me.
Her eyes snapped closed.
Her legs trembled around mine.
She bit her bottom lip as her hips arched just a little, a needy little mewl escaping.
Fuck
everything
holy.
I sank back down. I gave her my weight.
Her head tipped back with a moan.
Yep, I couldn’t do it.
Unable to fight her, utterly weak at the need pouring off her, I did the only thing possible.
I returned to the son who’d cared for a dying mother.
I recognised the symptoms of someone needing aid.
And…I gave it.
As selflessly and as clinically as I could.
Driving my throbbing erection against her uncovered pussy, I grinded her against the bed.
Mistake.
Big mistake.
Huge.
Ily sucked in a tattered gasp, followed by a full-body shudder.
I almost came.
From a single rock.
A clothing-covered, chaste little rock that blew my ever-loving mind.
I did it again.
A hitched moan escaped her as her head tipped back even further, exposing the length of her honey-coloured throat.
I didn’t think.
I dropped my chin and latched my teeth on her sweet, slightly salty neck.
She jerked beneath me. Her hands landed on my naked waist.
Having her touch me caused more pain than I could stand.
Scrambling for her wrists, I fisted them and shoved them above her head. Pinning her in place with one hand, I held her down. Firmly. Resolutely.
“W-What are you doing?” she moaned as I rocked up, wedging my hips against hers, forcing her legs to spread wider.
My voice rasped with nightmares. “Giving you what you need.”
She shuddered as I dragged my length along her heat. Dampness soaked through the front of my trousers, sending me straight to hell.
“But—”
“Hush.” I licked where I bit her. “I’ll help you.”
“Help me—” She shook her head. “I don’t—I mean…I’m—”
“You’re wet and needy.”
“No, I’m—”
“You can’t lie to me, Ily.” I nuzzled against her ear. “I can smell your lust. I see it in your eyes. Let me put you out of your misery.”
She stiffened and squirmed in my wrist lock. “But…this is a job to you. I’m just—”
“My partner in crime and I’ve been remiss. You’ve gone along with me and pretended for me. You’ve done such a good job that I believed the role you played.” I chuckled brokenly. “You acted as if you couldn’t stand me inside you, but…right now, your body is telling me an entirely different story.” I licked the only part of her I was allowed. “You want me. Want this.”
Pushing her head back as far as she could into the pillow, she struggled to meet my eyes. “You don’t have to. You don’t…I don’t want you to do this because you feel obligated.”
“Obligated?” I completely forgot about the cameras. “Why the hell would you say that?”
“I…” She flinched. “This isn’t your problem to solve, Henri.”
Henri.
God, had my name ever sounded so breathy and sexy and wanted?
Brushing my nose with hers, I murmured, “Do you need to come or not?”
Her eyes flared. “What sort of question is—”
“One that needs an answer. I need you focused and aware, not frustrated and mindless.”
“Mindless? I am not mindless.”
I ground against her, making her entire body tremble. “Are you sure about that?”
“I’m confused,” she whispered. “Terribly confused and alone and—”
“You’re not alone.” I kissed her cheek before I stopped myself. “You’re with me. Together…remember?”