Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
But now … Now that thing inside me that snapped before–it’s already bent to the breaking point, and she hasn’t even opened her smart mouth yet.
“You like it?” she asks, her voice sultry.
My tongue feels two sizes too large. “Yes.”
She gives me a wicked half smile. “That’s too bad. Because it’s not for you.” She moves to step past me.
Snap.
Before I can even form a single thought, I’ve grabbed her arm, yanked her to me, and gripped her throat.
“Everything you have is for me, little brat. Everything.”
10
CARINA
The one word everything takes all the air from my lungs. I’m sure it’s not helping that Gilly has his hand wrapped around my throat. I should be screaming at him or even smacking and clawing him, but I’m so shocked I stand there unmoving, letting him keep his firm grip on me. His hold is letting me know he’s in full control. Not only that; anyone could catch us right now.
“Gilly?” I try to say his name without emotion, but it comes out in a moan instead. Why can my body and mind never stay on the same page when it comes to this man? No matter how many times I tell myself that he and I will never be, the second he touches me, I melt. Right now, I’m a damn puddle.
“Everything,” he repeats before he starts to move while keeping his grip on my throat.
His other hand wraps around my waist, my feet leaving the floor. Within a few steps, he has us inside the bathroom. He puts me down on my feet, but his hand around my throat never leaves, even when he turns and flips the lock on the door. The sound echoes loudly in the small powder room. I’d never thought the bathroom was small before, but I’d also never been inside it with a man the size of Gilly.
“Then what are you going to do with me?” I finally pull it together long enough to get the words out. That’s only because those cool blue eyes of his left mine for a moment. When they lock back on me, I freeze again. How does he do this to me?
Love. The one word flits through my mind. As much as I want to deny it, that's the truth. I’m in love with him, and it’s why I’m so pissed and wanting to push past what will never be.
He steps into me, backing me up until my ass hits the edge of the sink. Then he lifts me without saying a word and yanks my dress up until my silky black panties come into view. His grip on my throat tightens. I should be telling him to stop, but that’s the last thing I find myself wanting him to do.
“What are you wearing?” he grits out.
“Called a thong. It was that or no panties at all. I can’t have panty lines.” I smirk. Finally I give a push back. It might only be a verbal one, but it’s something. “What? You’ve never seen a thong? You should see the back side.” He drops his hand from my throat and takes a step away. Disappointment fills me at the loss of his touch.
“No. Turn around and show me.”
I’m not sure if this is an order or a challenge. Either way, if he wants to play this game, then we’ll play. I slip back down off the counter, my heels clicking on the marble floor. I keep my dress hiked with one hand as I slowly turn around and pull it up to show him my back side. I make a point of leaning forward so that he can get a real good view. Did he say he’s never seen a thong before? I want to ask, but I don’t. That truth could hurt in ways I don’t care to think about right now or ever.
I watch him in the mirror. I expect his eyes to be on my ass, but they immediately lock with mine.
“Aren’t you going to take a look?” I run my tongue across my lips, wondering if he’ll push me to my knees again and make me take him into my mouth. The thought alone makes me wet between my thighs. “Uncle Gilly,” I gasp. No sooner than the tease slips past my lips, his hand comes down on my ass.
“You’re a little brat.” He yanks the thong down my thighs before he uses one of his knees to spread my legs as far as they can go with the thong at my knees.
“That’s not your problem,” I remind him as I push my ass backwards, unable to help myself. My own desire is now coating the inside of my thighs.
“Oh, but it is.” His hand slides down my ass. The roughness of his palm and fingers only drive me to want more. “So wet.” He groans when his hand reaches my sex. “Did you get this wet when you sucked my cock?” I nod, unable to answer as he starts to push a finger inside me. He doesn't go in deep. I watch him in the mirror as he moves his finger around.