Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Damn you,” I growled and ground harder against his dick. So hard his cock hit me deep, almost painful. Just how I needed it.
“Sadie,” he growled, his voice thick with tension.
That gentle growl broke the goddamn floodgates, and I felt warm liquid stream down my cheeks. Fucking tears.
His cock swelled, hardened inside of me, and I felt my orgasm building in my toes. “Such a tight little cunt.”
I smiled, but more tears came, and that pissed me off. I rode him harder and faster. Tomorrow we would both hurt.
Good.
I leaned forward until his hazel eyes met mine.
“I did it, Thomas,” I told him. “I killed Bonnie. I killed that bitch, and I’m not sorry.”
His only response was a hint of surprise, but Thomas was my true guardian angel. The man who didn’t judge me. Who kept me safe, who kept my secrets. But the look he gave me was worse. It was love. Love and affection, maybe even worship.
It was too goddamn much. “Did you hear me? I killed her.”
He nodded and let his hands slide up my hips to my waist, ripping open my blouse to expose my tits. He gripped them so tight they ached, and pinched my nipples until another tear slipped out.
Just what I needed.
He flipped our positions until I was on my back, legs wrapped around his waist, heels dug deep into his firm ass cheeks. Thomas gazed down at me, jaw clenched as he fucked me harder and deeper, grunting with every sweet fucking stroke. “I heard you, Sadie. I’m still here.”
Fuck. Yes, he was still here, looking at me and I couldn’t take it. Not right now. “Don’t speak.”
He was quiet, silent even, but he fucked me even harder for my harsh words.
My pussy started to clench and his nostrils flared. “Don’t come. Not yet. Not fucking yet, Thomas.”
He nodded again and gripped the back of my thighs, pushing them forward like I was a goddamn twenty-year-old, fucking me hard and fast and deep. It felt good. It hurt. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to drown out the pain I was feeling inside.
I would pay for this incredible fuck tomorrow, but I didn’t care. “Harder, Thomas. Fuck me like you mean it,” I demanded.
His cock swelled even thicker, and I smirked. “Don’t you fucking dare come.”
Thomas smiled and dropped one thigh, letting his free hand slide up my stomach, past my tits, and to my throat. He gripped it just tight enough to make me catch my breath.
“Do it, you fucking pussy, do it. Now.” I demanded.
He squeezed tighter and my pussy clenched, causing a flood between us. Fuck this man for giving me everything I wanted, for not flinching. Not hesitating at my crazy demands. He squeezed my throat until my vision grew blurry, and my breathing was difficult, pounding into me with strong hips, deep and painful and hungry.
“Don’t come,” I warned him again and reached for my purse, pulling out my Glock nine. “Don’t,” I warned again.
Intensity flashed in his eyes along with something else. Annoyance. He reared back onto his haunches, cock still buried deep, raised his hand, and smacked me across my face.
“Goddammit,” he growled angrily.
The move, so out of character, pulled a powerful orgasm from my body. I shook and convulsed while Thomas pounded harder and harder into me. Fucking me until I was spent, limp right there on that pathetic fucking patch of grass.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered as my body gave up its last shudders.
Thomas’ hips stopped moving even as his cock twitched and throbbed inside of me, causing tiny aftershocks.
“I’ll fuck you as long, as hard, as humiliatingly as you want, Sadie Ashby. Always. But no fucking guns. Got it?”
I stared at him. Who the fuck is this man?
He squeezed my throat and pulled out before he slammed his cock back in. “Got it?”
I nodded, and he smiled, hips moving fast and deep, fucking me until he yanked another orgasm from me, before taking his own pleasure, right along with my mouth, taking the kiss I denied him earlier while he sent my body and my mind spiraling.
“I got it,” I panted. “And I want it again.”
He laughed and sat up, finally separating our bodies with a reluctant grunt.
Thomas picked up the gun that had slipped from my hand. “Home, Sadie. Let’s get you home, and I’ll fuck you anyway you like.”
“Fine,” I told him with a huff. “Party pooper.”
When we returned to the Manor, I made Thomas keep his word. He fucked me in my well-appointed bathroom. He licked my pussy and my asshole in the shower. Two more times in the bedroom before he left me a drunk, satisfied sleeping mess.
It was the perfect end to a perfect night.
Too bad I had to wake up in the morning.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sadie
“Kat, how is the wedding planning going?” Maisie stopped at the entrance of the dining room, looking as glamorous as the fat cat casino dwellers she spent her days and nights with. She was a far cry from the mouthy college girl Virgil had brought home. She was part of the family now. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”