Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I have to remind myself that keeping her close to me will ensure she’s safe.
Not that it matters because I can’t let her go.
When I find the fucker who wants to hurt her, I will kill them.
Their demise will be slow and painful.
Excruciating.
I will strip them bare and cut off every piece of their soul.
Death will be too easy for them.
No one threatens my firefly and lives.
Only I can trap her in glass.
She’s mine.
Soon the world will know it.
36
SASHA
The moonlight spills through the window, casting a pale glow over the room. Outside, the wind howls, and the branches of the trees scratch against the glass; it’s the only sound breaking the stillness of the night.
I don’t know what time it is, but it has to be sometime after midnight. I’m starving.
Turning to look at Gideon, I find his eyes closed. Quietly, so as not to wake him, I creep out of bed and throw on one of his T-shirts.
It only takes me a few minutes to meander through the dark halls, finding my way to the kitchen. I browse the refrigerator, but I’m not sure what I should eat. It’s too late to cook, but I need something.
I glance around the sparsely lit room, and that’s when I see a cookie jar sitting on the counter.
Perfection.
A little bit of sugar is exactly what I need.
Walking over to it, I lift the lid and go to grab a cookie when I hear Gideon—or someone—coming down the stairs. My heart beats faster, but I don’t have time to process why exactly. I turn around and see him.
Gideon.
He’s wearing a tight black T-shirt that shows off his muscles and a pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. He looks at me with those blue eyes that make my knees feel weak, and I’m practically a puddle on the floor.
“Are you stealing a cookie from me?” That small smirk gives away his teasing.
“You caught me,” I say with a sheepish grin. “And I wouldn’t say that I was stealing.”
“And what, pray tell, would you call it? Borrowing?”
“Fine, you caught me.” I laugh, throwing my hands up dramatically. “I was stealing your cookies.”
I hand him a cookie from the jar.
“Thanks,” he says, smiling back at me.
I take a bite of the little piece of heaven, marveling at how good it is. His cook is next level. Not that I should be surprised. What can’t this man pay for?
“Next time, I’m going to charge you.” His smile broadens.
Licking my lips, I smirk. “What’s the cost?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “It might be a little steep for you…”
“That’s presumptuous. How do you know I don’t have money stashed away?”
“Do you?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No, but I could’ve.” The whining tone makes him chuckle.
“I wasn’t referring to money, firefly, and I can assure you, my expectations will be outside of your comfort zone.”
“Try me.” It’s a dare I’m not prepared to put out there, but it’s too late.
“I want you to do something for me?”
“Anything,” I say immediately, deciding that if I’m going big, I’m going really big.
“Anything?” He comes up close to me and puts his hand on my ass.
“Anything.” The word is repeated in the sultriest voice I can manage, and based on the way his eyes darken, it worked.
“I want you on your knees.” His voice sounds raw. A shiver goes down my spine at his words. “I want your mouth on me.”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach. Excitement and lust filter through my veins, but I hesitate. “We can’t do this here,” I whisper, glancing around the room to make sure any of his staff have not overheard us.
He gives a wicked grin, his fingers digging into my flesh. “That’s what makes it so hot, firefly. The danger of getting caught.” He pushes me down until I’m kneeling before him, untying his sweatpants and freeing his hard length from the confines of his boxers.
I look up at him and lick my lips nervously as he guides himself toward my waiting mouth, a low moan escaping him as I tentatively wrap my lips around his tip. He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding and controlling every thrust and suck as I relish in pleasuring him.
His breathing becomes ragged and faster.
His thrusts intensify. His hips move forward as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.
The more aggressive he gets, the more turned on I become. Then he grabs me by my hair and fucks my face, and my hand drops to between my parted thighs.
I touch myself, and as soon as I do, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts me up to face him. Pushing me back against the kitchen table, he pulls my pajama pants all the way off. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb.