Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Well if that’s what it takes…” Hancock shrugged. “Then let’s make it happen.”
• • •
I watched Hannibal as he pulled his shirt over his head.
His eyes caught mine, and then he was looking at me with a smirk on his face.
“You want something, baby?”
I didn’t see the point of beating around the bush.
“You had your hand on my thigh all night long,” I pointed out. “And you’re going to act coy and tease me?”
He launched himself across the bed, caught me by the foot, and then dragged me unceremoniously across the bed.
“Put your hands above your head,” he ordered.
I did, slowly.
His eyes sparkled with desire as he watched me cooperate.
“Don’t move them,” he insisted.
And I didn’t.
Not when he took my shirt up over my head and left it tangled around my arms. Not when he hit the front clasp of my bra and my breasts spilled free. Not when he yanked my pants and underwear down so forcefully that I nearly slipped right off the bed.
He didn’t let me fall, of course.
Didn’t let me move, either.
His eyes said it all.
I moved, and he stopped.
And there was no way we could have that.
CHAPTER 20
I really want to be a trophy wife.
-Text from Hades to Hannibal
HANNIBAL
I could see the tension in her shoulders and around her mouth.
She was exhausted, tired, and horny.
I’d made sure to give her just enough to get her wanting, but not enough for it to be anything but acceptable in front of my family.
Today had been another shit day of me finding things out about Hades and wanting to kill everyone involved.
I should probably take the night and allow my temper to cool.
But there was no stopping us now.
Not when she looked at me like she needed me.
Not when I was this out of control.
“You okay?” I asked.
She bit her lip and gave me the words with her eyes.
Yes, she was more than fine.
She was good.
She was fantastic.
She wanted more.
“Hold onto the bed frame,” I ordered.
She did, her hands going up and her fingers reaching out to curl around the wrought iron.
When she was where I wanted her to be, I slowly descended her body, my mouth trailing kisses as I moved. A kiss went to her throat, then to her collar bone. One to her perky, upturned nipple, then to her ribs, right under the swell of her breast.
The final kiss before I went right to the best place ever was her navel, where I dipped my tongue inside and looked up to see how she was doing.
Her eyes were glazed and she was staring at me as if she would urge me on if she thought I’d listen.
Her eyes caught mine, and they stayed locked together as I descended lower, not breaking her gaze until the sweet smell of her pussy caught my attention.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as I buried my face into her pussy. “Tastes and smells good. Do you think it’d be weird to make this into a candle?”
At that question, she burst out laughing, causing her pussy to rise into my face.
I licked forward, my tongue slicing between her pussy lips.
The taste of her sweetness burst to life on my tongue, and I groaned.
“If there was one thing in this world that I could have for the rest of my life…”
She widened her legs, her pussy opening up nicely to my seeking tongue.
I went to work, licking and sucking and tonguing her pussy. Focusing on her clit for a while before I moved downward to her entrance.
She wiggled beneath me, urging me forward.
“Baby,” I said to her. “You want my tongue inside of you, or my fingers?”
She hissed in a breath, then whispered something I couldn’t hear.
I moved forward, intent on hearing her answer, which in turn took me a little too far away from her pussy for her liking.
“No!” she cried out.
The elatedness in my movements didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re the devil,” she whispered. “I want your fingers in my pussy, and your mouth on my clit. I want to come. I want to do it fast. And then I want your cock inside of me when I come a second time. Then I want to go to bed, spent and drained, and not wake up until so late in the morning that it’s considered indecent.”
I could definitely do that.
Moving back to where my belly was flat on the bed, I slipped two fingers inside her wet entrance, and began to curl them toward the front wall of her pussy.
She about took my ears out when her knees slammed against my head in response.
I moved my mouth to her pussy and worked her clit at the same time, building her higher and higher until she nearly shattered my ear drums with her scream.
The only thing saving them were her thighs wrapped around my ears.
With a self-satisfied smirk on my face, I lifted and crawled up her body, dragging my hard cock along the length of her thigh as I did.