Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
There had always been one rule—he went after what he wanted. He’d never raped a woman. But he had killed women, lots of them, all of whom had been part of murderous plots, or had simply been in the way.
Vanessa was different. He’d known that seven years ago, when he rescued her and she’d not recoiled from him in fear. He also knew she’d been delirious from the pain and the infection that had started to spread over her body. She’d curled toward him.
Vanessa had been the only woman to seek comfort from him, and it was a memory he’d kept all these years. It is what had stopped him from killing her father so many times, after discovering the truth and what the man was capable of.
“Is it deep?” he asked.
She whimpered in response.
He’d tried to take a shower, then planned to make her some breakfast—do the romantic thing—only it hadn’t worked that way. Vanessa had followed him into the bathroom, and he had not been able to push her away from the shower.
He’d banded an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. He was going to kiss her, wash her body, and hold her.
He should have known he wasn’t going to be successful in his mission to try not to touch her. Every time she was close, his cock paid attention, going hard as a fucking rock.
Diago knew he should have some self-control. He was a hardened killer with multiple deaths under his belt—he had simply lost count of the number of people he killed.
He should be able to resist the temptation Vanessa posed, but when she was within arm’s reach, he just couldn’t take it.
It was why he’d gone to that fucking party to begin with. He’d grown tired of hearing her father try to sell her off, as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He wasn’t interested in any of that bullshit.
Diago had known it was only going to be a matter of time before someone saw the value in “fresh meat” and decided to take her father up on her offer, which is why he’d swooped in when he finally did. For seven years, he’d gotten lucky, but he knew it would run out soon, if he wasn’t careful.
He pushed that bullshit out of his mind, and looked down at where his dick was balls-deep inside her.
Her hands were pressed against the tiled walls of the shower, and he ran his hands down her spine, cupping them over her hips, and then toward her ass. He couldn’t get enough of her curves, and he loved feeling her body beneath his hands, and seeing her as he stroked her body.
She was stunning.
He loved her full hips, her thick thighs. Again, he was aware of her weight being a problem to her family, but he found her addictive.
Diago didn’t want some slender little thing who was terrified of the size of his cock. No, he wanted Vanessa, who was quite content to wriggle and take every inch of him without complaint, which was exactly what she was doing now, and driving him crazy.
The sounds she made were sweet music to his ears.
The water cascaded around them, keeping them nice and warm, even though it was summer.
Pulling out of her tight warmth, he saw her pussy open wide. He eased all the way out of her, and then fed that warm cunt, his cock, gripping her hips as he seated himself to the hilt. Her moans echoed off the walls, and he slid one hand between her spread thighs, stroking her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock.
Leaning over, he pressed his lips to her neck, and he had already started to learn what his wife loved, what drove her to distraction, and made her putty in his hands. Her neck was certainly one of those zones, and he was more than happy to exploit it now. He bit down, not enough to cause a mark, but certainly to make her cry out, and her pussy squeezed him so tightly, he thought he was about ready to explode inside her.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” he asked.
She whimpered, and he saw her sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, but then nod her head. “Yes.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly as I say?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Diago, I need you.”
No one had ever needed him.
Well, people had needed him, but not to allow them to feel pleasure. This was a new experience for him, and he stroked her clit, keeping his dick in the same spot and feeling every inch of her as he worked her pussy.
He couldn’t let her go, even if he wanted to. Diago had never felt this possessive over a woman, over anyone.