Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
To teach her a lesson, I sank my teeth into her inner thigh. Not enough to break the skin, but definitely enough to leave a mark.
“Ow!”
“Stay still.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“I believe I’ve just proved otherwise. Now hold your pussy lips open for me.”
“No.”
I bit her other thigh.
“Ow!”
“Do as you’re told.”
Her fingers slipped between her legs. Two fingers pushed open her lips. Even in this dim light, I could see the glimmer from her own arousal. The spanking had turned her on, as much as it had me.
I stretched my tongue out to flick her clit with the tip.
Vivian moaned as her head fell back between her shoulders.
Another flick of my tongue and her forearm slipped out beneath her and she fell fully back onto the slick desk surface.
By the time the tip of my tongue was swirling counterclockwise around her clit while applying just enough even pressure, her hips were bucking against my mouth.
Slipping my hand under her hips to cup her ass, I squeezed the bruised flesh as I lifted her body up higher to push against my mouth. God, she was sweet. I could feast on her all day.
Vivian moaned as her thighs clenched around my head.
My balls tightened. My shaft was so hard, there wasn’t a chance I wouldn’t hurt her when we finally fucked.
Her hips bucked as her fingers slipped from her pussy to brace against the desk. “Oh! Oh!”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my mouth.”
Her ass cheeks tightened in my grasp as her back arched. A low, keening moan escaped her lips before her limbs relaxed.
I rose and lowered the zipper to my pants. Fuck, I could barely wait to bury my cock so deeply inside of her, she’d taste my come in the back of her throat.
The moment she heard the metal clicks, her eyes flew open.
Sweeping her leg high and over, she scrambled off the desk.
My brow lowered. “Where do you think you’re going? Get your ass back here.”
Backing away, she shoved the hem of her dress down over her hips. “Absolutely not. We are not fucking again. It was a mistake.”
“I’m tiring of hearing you refer to us as a mistake.”
“Us? There is no us! You are a freaking criminal who stalked me to my apartment to murder me.”
I snatched her around the waist and pulled her against me. “Wrong. I’m now your boss.”
CHAPTER 16
VIVIAN
His fist twisted in my hair, wrenching my head back as he dragged me over to the nearest chair in front of the fire.
He sat before using his hand on my hip to force me to straddle his hips.
My dress rose above my thighs as my knees slipped on either side of him into the buttery soft, cool leather.
He splayed his fingers over the center of my chest. “Take off your dress. Now. Or I’ll tear it off you.”
“You can’t—”
His fingers twisted into the delicate weave fabric. “One.”
“Var, we need to talk about—”
“Two.”
Not entirely certain he’d give me something to wear if he tore my clothes off me, I had no choice. Gripping the hem, I whipped it over my head. After brushing my hair out of my eyes, I glared daggers at him. “There! Happy now?”
His gaze was transfixed on my neck. His arm rose slowly as he caressed my throat with the tips of his fingers. The touch was so gentle, I almost didn’t feel it.
“My mark.”
Crap. The hickeys.
I gasped as the hand holding my dress moved to cover my throat.
He quickly pulled my arms away. “Don’t.”
“It was very wrong of you to give me a freaking hickey. You know that.”
“Wait until you see the new marks I’m going to give you.”
His fingers had moved to trace the upper curve of my breast before he reached behind me and unlatched my bra with just one hand.
Reluctantly, I had to admit I was impressed. There was something incredibly sexy about a man who could unlatch a bra with a twist of his fingers. The usual fumbling was such a buzz kill.
My bra slipped down my arms. With my momentary approval of his skills over, I moved to push it back up into place. He beat me to the scrap of lace, whipping it off my arms and tossing it away.
This time I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Seriously, Var, we can’t do this.”
He pulled my arms down as he leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue around the areole of my left nipple. “We are doing this, beautiful. Pull out my cock.”
I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from moaning as he sucked my nipple deeper into his mouth.
God, that felt good. Damn the man and his skills.
My hand lowered to his pants. Even through the fabric, I could feel the heat radiating off him.
I drew back as if burned. “No. I can’t. We can’t. We don’t have a condom again. This would be a mistake.”