Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I bite my lip and try not to cry but the tears are there. He smiles sadly at me and leans forward, kissing them as they roll down my cheeks. How can he say this to me, when all we’ve done from the start is bicker and fight? But that’s not true, the closer I look—we’ve spent more time working together than we have butting heads. When he can set his ego aside, and I can get over my hatred of all men like my father, we can do beautiful things.
I reach up and touch his cheek. He turns into my palm, his eyes hard and flooded with pain. I wish I could take some of that suffering away, but I know I can’t. There’s nothing I can do for him but give him the support he needs.
He stoops down and brushes his lips against mine.
“Come to my room,” he whispers, hugging me tighter against him. “I want to bring you upstairs.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Mirella.” He kisses me softly. “Come to my room. Stay with me tonight.”
He kisses me a third time and I’m wondering—how can I do this? How can I follow him upstairs after that phone call with my mother? Something bad is happening and I need to see her, but the way he’s kissing me now doesn’t leave me any options.
Because what he said is true for me too.
Fynn is the only good thing in my life.
For so long I’ve lived for my mother. I want to provide for her so badly. I need to give back to her after she gave up so much to make my childhood decent and comfortable. I have few friends, I’m in loads of debt, and all I can see for my future is work and more work.
But Fynn is different. He’s something I can look forward to. He’s the goodness I want and need, the man I’ve always wanted. The attraction between us is off-the-charts steamy and I can’t keep my hands to myself when he’s around. Everything he says makes me blush, and I look forward to his dominating hands grabbing my hips, pulling my hair, spanking my ass.
He woke me up. He made me realize what my body can do and what I need from a partner.
And now I’m afraid I can never go back.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I whisper as I kiss him one more time.
“And I don’t give a fuck what we should and shouldn’t do anymore. Are you coming with me?”
“Yes, I’m coming.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter 21
Mirella
Sweat rolls down between my breasts as Fynn spreads my legs wide and tongues my slit top to bottom.
I gasp, back arching. Pleasure rocks down my spine. I’m nestled in his massive bed, my fingers curled into his sheets, the scent of him all over. His room’s simple, like him, decorated with only a few photographs and paintings, but everything is meticulously put away in its own place. I reach down and dig my fingers into his hair as he slides his fingers inside of me and I moan, shuddering with ecstasy.
“I love the way you taste,” he purrs as rolls his tongue around my clit and curls his fingers deep inside. I can barely breathe or think it feels so fucking good. “You’re my favorite dessert. You’re the only thing I look forward to anymore. Your long legs and sexy lips. This dripping wet pussy. The noise you make when you finally come, like you’ve been waiting your whole life for it. I love when you say my name, you filthy girl. I love when you bend over for me and beg for my thick cock. I worship every inch of you, and I want to own it all.”
He goes faster, licking, fucking, and I’m on fire. I roll my hips, mindless, brainless, losing it completely. He moans as he does it like he can’t get enough of my pussy and I pull his hair, hating him, loving him, needing so much more.
“Come for me, you filthy girl,” he commands, fucking me fast with his fingers, reaching deep to curl against my G-spot. “Come for me and let me taste you.”
His tongue swirls fast around my clit and I explode against his mouth, releasing all my pent-up energy, coming into oblivion. My orgasm is a hurricane and I gasp, breathing hard, sweating, breasts pressed together. He laughs, loving it, and kisses my nipples as he teases my swollen and tender pussy with his fingers. He finds my mouth and I taste myself on his lips as his strong legs press mine open, his hips pressing down to pin me to the mattress.
His cock is so hard it’s like a metal rod rolling along my folds. He kisses me, pinning my hands above my head, and I open my legs to take him. I’m dizzy with my orgasm and still blinking and trying to get back to myself when he wiggles his cock against my opening and slowly fits himself inside.