Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
The heat in his gaze excited me. I felt it as the wave of my orgasm broke free, and I cried out his name, pushing back on him. He started to pull away, and I was still there. Riding it. I wasn’t done yet.
“Fuck me! Harder!” I begged. “Harder! Fuck me!”
His grip on my hips tightened, and he began to growl as he pumped into me harder. “Fuck!” he panted out. “God, baby!”
I was trembling from the pleasure when another orgasm broke free, and I screamed his name. Clawing at the sheets.
His pumping got faster, and I pushed back on him, meeting each thrust.
“FUUUUCK! I’m gonna come!” he roared.
I knew he needed to pull out, but I was out of control, rocking back on him.
“AAAAAHHHHHH!” he shouted out as his body jerked against mine, his cock hitting inside of me as he released with each thrust.
I shook as I felt the warmth inside me.
When he pulled out of me, I collapsed on the bed, gasping for air.
He lay down beside me and pulled me against his chest. His hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs. I jumped when he touched me. It was still too sensitive. He ran his finger inside of me, then pulled it out and began to run it along my thighs.
I didn’t think I could get aroused again so soon after that, but it was happening.
“You need to go get this out of you,” he said in a husky whisper near my ear. “But I fucking want to feel it on your skin, coming out of your pussy. Knowing that I’ve filled you.”
He ran his fingers around my clit, and I gasped. It felt too good. My eyes closed, and I enjoyed the heat seeping out of me as he began to rub it around.
“My pussy,” he said hoarsely. “Soaking wet with my cum leaking out.”
His words, mixed with the way he was touching me, had me rocking against his hand.
“This is dangerous,” he said. “So fucking dangerous. We need to get you on birth control.”
Yet, as he said it, he didn’t stop touching me. My thighs were wet with it, and I began to moan as the build got stronger.
“Baby, I can’t stop this if you don’t make me,” he warned. “Stop rocking.”
I tried, but I couldn’t. “Feels so good,” I whispered.
“Fuck,” he growled and pushed me on my back before sliding inside of me again. “You make me fucking insane.”
I whimpered, lifting my hips, knowing this was bad, but unable to care about anything more.
“Holy fucking hell,” he swore and held open my legs to look down at where he moved in and out of me. “Shit,” he breathed.
I held on to the covers until I was once again crying out his name and lifting my hips to meet each thrust.
When he came, he pulled out this time and shot his release on my stomach and breasts. He stayed there, looking down at me. His eyes taking in my body. “Mine,” he said.
And I knew that I was. Completely.
Thirty-Four
It was three days later when we came up for breakfast to find Gage, Huck, Levi, and Garrett sitting at the table, eating, and I knew it was time I got my answers. Garrett had never been here. Seeing his father, who he seemed to hate, here was shocking.
“Madeline,” Garrett said in greeting. “You look healthy. I’m glad you are healing well.”
“Thank you,” I replied, then glanced up at Blaise.
He pressed a kiss to my head and nodded toward the table. “Let’s go ahead and talk. Gina will bring us a plate.”
I looked over at Gina, who was by the stove. I didn’t want her serving me. She winked at me and nodded her head toward the table.
Walking over to sit down, I waited for Blaise to pull out my chair simply because I wasn’t sure where to sit. Once he did and took the seat next to me, I felt relief. I was going to know it all now. No more questions.
Garrett leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “As you’ve figured out, there is a lot you don’t know.”
I nodded.
“Your grandfather was a man named Eli Marks. He was one of the best men I have ever known. He was my father’s best friend and closest confidant. When my father was killed, I was ten years old, and it was Eli who took over raising me and preparing me for the role I would one day hold. Eli held that role in my place until I turned twenty-one.
“Eli’s daughter, Etta, was like a little sister to me. She was nine years younger than me and was only with him on the weekends. She lived with her mother most of the time. However, when she was sixteen, her mother was killed in a car accident. Etta came to live with Eli, and that was the first time she truly saw the family and its workings.”