Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? Because I’m your big brother?” Sawyer grinds his hips against mine, and it feels nothing like a brother-sister relationship. He’s packing some serious heat between his legs, and every inch of it just licked my hungry pussy. “Little girl, you’re a temptation I don’t need.”
“You mean you’ve got enough of the supermodels?” I bite out, feeling the jealousy tear my heart out.
“I’m not fucking anyone, although that jealousy is so sexy on you.” He rubs his face against my throat before looking me in the eye. “My jealousy won’t be so fucking sexy.”
“Spare me, Sawyer.” I roll my eyes.
“Let me make it crystal clear to you, Jillian. You’re mine. If you dare let a man touch this.” He cups my sex, sliding his hand under my yoga pants and over my panties. I let out a gasping moan, orgasm on the edge with so little effort. “If you let him inside what’s mine, so help me God, there will be no fucking place on earth where he can hide.”
“But…”
“Don’t… Stop speaking… Every second he’s touching you… Every second will turn to minutes, every minute into hours, hours into days of exquisite torture. I will keep the son of a bitch alive, tending to his wounds and feeding him before I resume my punishment for taking what is mine.” He pulls his hand from my pants and spanks my mound.
Another whimper falls from my lips, but I shake it off because I need answers. “If you’re so jealous, Mr. Masterson, why would you even let someone get close to me?”
He smirks in the darkness, grinding that enormous bulge against my pussy. “Because, sweetheart. We’re too young. I have an empire to build, and you have dreams of graduating from college. Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again. It took nearly ten years off my life. I flew back from a meeting with investors after I got the call from Lennox. I’m serious, Jilly Bean. You’re forever mine.”
“You better be, because you’ve had my heart since I was ten.” He kisses me gently and walks out of my life.
“Earth to Ms. Krieger.”
“Jill,” Andi calls my name while nudging my shoulder and shaking me out of my memory. “Girl, class is over.”
I look up to see the professor standing mere feet from me. “I know the semester is almost over, but finals are upon us, Ms. Krieger, and you still need to do well to pass them.”
“Sorry about that, Mr. Langdon.” I grab my things as he walks away. God, I don’t know why I still imagine Sawyer there when I know it was just a dream. I wasn’t even tied up or had signs of rope marks on my wrists that night. Hell, I share a dorm with a girl, and she said no one was in our room that night. Still, that dream lives rent free in my head, and it’s my favorite one.
“Seriously, you are not okay.” Andi presses the back of her hand to my forehead.
“I’m fine.” I shrug it off and finish shoving my things into my bag to leave. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.” I exit class with a goal in mind, and that’s to finish school so I can graduate and forget all about Sawyer Masterson.
Chapter Two
Sawyer
Nox strolls into my office and plops down on the edge of my desk with our overpaid lawyer and friend, Thorne, following behind him. Wisely, he takes a seat in the chair in front of my desk before I kick his ass out. I’m in a shit mood, and I’m not sure exactly why.
“How are our quarterly financials looking?” he asks, with obviously nothing to do this morning but to annoy me.
“Great. We’re wealthy as ever, ready to dominate more properties and make life our bitches.”
“Speaking of bitches, are either of you planning to finally meet a quality girl and marry?” Thorne loves to push my buttons. I don’t ever think I’ve seen him out with a single woman, so he has a lot of nerve asking us that.
“No, Thorne. I’m not even sure why you’re asking such a personal question,” I snarl at him while he adjusts his expensive tie. He was probably out there flirting with our assistant or pissing her off. More than likely both.
“Because you are running yourselves ragged, some of the youngest billionaires in the world, and yet you don’t have any interest in leaving it to someone.” Having children is definitely on my list one day, but right now, that would require having sex. Other than my fist, no one is getting this dick.
“We’re not even thirty, so there’s no need for us to settle down. Now, what brings you in to annoy us today?”
“Relax. I came to drop off the papers for your latest project downtown. By the way, I just spoke to your assistant, and she said she was leaving this week, so who are you getting to replace her?” I stare at our longtime friend, Thorne. Since when does he give two fucks about who works for us?