Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"Hold your horses," I mutter, shifting her to drag my cock out. The bastard is already hard and aching, just begging for another taste of her. He's never satisfied. No matter how many times a day I'm inside her, I always want more. I place myself between her legs, rocking her against me so my cock drags against her clit.
Her head falls back on a moan.
I keep going, not letting up until she's trembling on my lap. And then I lift her just enough to drag her onto my cock. We both moan as she sinks down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt.
"Marry me," I groan, my hands locked around her waist when she's right where I want her—dripping and writhing all over my cock. "Say you'll be mine for the rest of my life, Rebel."
"Yes," she chokes, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Yes, Mason."
Fuck.
I lift her and then slam her down on me again and then again, fucking wild for her. I can't stop. I just fucking…lose it, fucking up into her like my life depends on it.
She shouts my name, her inner muscles clenching around me as she comes all over my cock.
I still don't stop. I can't. I flip her over, pinning her between me and the desk with her ass in the air. Her cheeks jiggle as I slam back inside her, craning her head back at the same time.
"You look beautiful wearing nothing but my ring and your pleasure, Olive," I growl, smacking her ass as I drive into her in relentless strikes, determined to make her come apart for me again. "You like knowing how fucking wild I am for you?"
"I love it!" she sobs. "I love it so much, Mason."
"Good." I plaster myself to her back, planting my lips against her ear. "I was made for you, Rebel. I'll spend the rest of my life proving that you belong to me, every single day, in every single way." I nip her skin, just hard enough so she feels it. "I love you."
She shatters with the sweetest whimper, her cunt locking down on my cock like a vise. I fuck her through it, wringing out every last quiver and aftershock before I plant myself deep, letting her sweet voice and the way she shakes tip me over the edge with her.
"I love you, Mason."
My damn knees threaten to buckle.
I collapse back in the chair, dragging her down with me. My arms are around her, holding her so tightly I know she can't breathe, but I can't let her go, either.
"You're everything to me," I breathe, kissing everywhere I can reach. "Absolutely everything. Don't you dare change on me."
"Promise," she sighs, melting against me.
We sit in silence for a long moment, trying to catch our breath.
"Asshole!" Paulina shrieks into the silence. "Woof, woof, asshole!"
"Jesus Christ," I mutter.
Olive's body shakes against mine, her laughter spilling out across my office. "Um, I think your bird wants you to go get Oscar for her, Mason."
I just tip my head back, looking up at the ceiling. "She's never going to stop calling me that, is she?"
"Nope," Olive says, giggling. "It's your name now."
"That's what I figured," I sigh.
Chapter Eleven
Olive
"What the fuck is that?" Jazz shouts, rushing around the counter with her eyes locked on my hand, her eyes wide. "Holy shit, Olive."
Sarah and Lilah both turn just in time to see her snatch my hand up, waving my ring around like a white flag.
"Holy shit," Sarah breathes. "You're getting married?"
"Um, surprise?" I squeak.
There's a heartbeat of silence, and then all three of them are on top of me, talking at once. Mason just watches from the doorway with a big grin on his face.
"This is your fault," I remind him.
"You love it."
I smile in response because he's not wrong. This is the best fairytale, only it's better because it's mine. I have no idea how I ended up here. There's no plausible way I should have ended up here after accusing him of being a serial killer and calling the police on him, and yet… here I am. With his ring on my finger and his love bites all over me. Happier than I've ever been.
"When did this happen?" Sarah asks.
"Last night. I tried to cook him dinner, so he put a ring on my finger."
"Good choice," she says, grinning at him. "I'd totally marry her too if it meant getting her out of the kitchen."
"Rude!" I protest.
"You're the one who caught the stove on fire."
"That was one time."
She plants her hands on her hips, cocking a brow at me.
"Fine. It was four times, but three of them don't even count."
"I'm afraid to ask how you arrived at that conclusion, Rebel," Mason says, pushing away from the door to stride toward me.
"I was doing science."