Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
The silhouette appears again, and the curtain pulls back, revealing her beautiful face.
Mira…
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, and her jaw drops like she’s about to scream. But I quickly place a finger over my lips and shake my head. It takes her just a moment to process, but then a tiny smile comes over her lips. She glances over her shoulder, then unlatches the window and slides it up.
“Finn! What in the world are you doing here?” she whispers. Her voice is slightly frantic, but still so sweet, like warm honey.
“I just saw Tyler race out of here,” I say as I climb inside, landing softly on her carpet. “He looked…upset.”
“So you are stalking me?” she asks, sneering playfully at me. I look down at her. She’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of short-shorts that show the curve of her delicious ass and a pink tank top with a low neckline. I’m instantly hard.
“And what if I am?” I counter.
She thinks for a second, then swallows. “He told me…that you were blackmailing him.”
My chest tightens. She has more to say.
“And?”
“And he said you had pictures—fake pictures—and that you were so obsessed with me that you’d do anything just to have me.”
I grit my teeth and ball my fists. I should speed after him, hunt him down. If I left now, I could catch up with him and beat the snot out of him.
“Is that true, Finn?” she asks, her voice wavering.
I step closer, my eyes taking in the gorgeousness of her existence. The soft skin of her thighs, the cleavage showing at her low neckline, the fullness of her lips. God, I want her so fucking badly.
“The second part is true,” I reply. “I would do anything to have you, Mira.”
“Finn—” Her voice trembles, like she wasn’t expecting me to say that.
“But the first part is a lie. I do have a photo of him, but it’s not fake. It’s real. He’s been cheating on you. Probably for a while. I’m sorry.”
Her eyes lower like she’s hearing something she’s been expecting to hear now for a while. I expect her to cry. Cover her face with her hands and break down. But that’s not what happens.
Her lips actually twist into the hint of a smile, while her cheeks turn rosy red like a ripe peach. “He said the wedding is off.” A feeling of relief warms me. “And that’s because of you?”
She raises her eyes to mine. I can’t decipher the look she’s giving me. Is she thankful? Angry? Insulted that I intervened in her life?
Well, the only solution now is to tell the truth.
“Yes.” I nod.
“And you did this…for me?” Her lips are trembling. I step closer, my voice low and firm.
“He didn’t give two shits about you, Mira. He never did. You deserve better than him.”
She stares back at me, speaking the unspoken with her eyes.
Yes, Mira. You’re mine.
I reach out and cup her cheek. The warmth of her skin is like a drug, kicking my body into overdrive. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you walking down the aisle with him, Mira. It made me sick.””
Her eyes fill with tears. She’s moments away from breaking down.
“I know it’s fast, Mira,” I whisper. “And I know you and I come from completely different worlds, and your parents will never approve of me, but you belong to me. I want you. All of you. I want late nights together, lazy Sundays, I want to give you endless orgasms and put babies in your belly. I want it all.”
Her eyes snap open wider, but the tears don’t fall. “Babies?”
“Damn right.” I smile. “I want to get you so pregnant you can barely even walk straight.”
“Finn!” She bursts out laughing.
Smiling, I run my finger across her cheekbone. “We’ll have little girls that look just like their mom, and little boys who can fix motorcycles before they hit puberty.”
Mira squeals and throws herself into my arms with such force that I nearly lose my balance. I step back and spin her down onto her bed as her mouth presses against mine, soft and filled with desperate emotion. My hand instantly slides between her tender thighs. I apply pressure with two fingers and feel the wet spot—the lack of panties.
A moan slips from her lips, and her eyes focus on mine. “Finn,” she whimpers.
“Yes, princess?”
“I—I’m ready now.”
My cock jerks, and my lust takes over. I’ve been holding back since I met her, essentially edging myself into a state of elevated sexual desire. Now that I have her here beneath me, barely even clothed, telling me she’s ready…it’s like a dam inside me has collapsed, and all that craving has been let loose.
“Lift up your shirt for me, princess,” I tell her as I undo my pants. “Show me those gorgeous, eighteen-year-old tits.”