Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
She nods her agreement, and any doubts I had are completely gone. This thing between the two of us is real—and it’s only going to get better. She goes to the glass wall and presses her body against it. “Oh fuck,” she squeaks.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“It’s cold against my nipples,” she admits as I move up behind her, lowering my pants, letting my cock spring free. I quickly deal with the condom and once it’s secured, I rub my cock back and forth in her wet juices.
“Are you ready to be fucked, Arwen?”
“God, more than ready,” she practically begs.
I position my wet cock against her entrance, and let my fingers play with her ass before I give us both what we want. “Are you going to give me your ass, Arwen?”
“As big as you are, you’ll split me in two,” she whines.
“Maybe, but are you going to give it to me anyway?”
“Yes,” she exhales.
“And why is that?” I whisper against her ear as two of my fingers disappear into her ass.
“Oh God,” I grunt as his fingers scissor in my ass, stretching me.
“Why, Arwen,” I ask, my voice firm.
“Because I belong to you, Blade. God help me, I’m yours.”
“That’s my good girl,” I croon. “So fucking good.” Then, I slam my cock deep inside her, going balls deep without warning. I ride her fast and hard. Fucking her ass with my fingers in tandem with my cock in her ass. “Look below, Arwen. Can you see the people shuffling around the picnic area? Do you think they can see your gorgeous tits and this pretty little cunt that belongs to me pressed against the window while I fuck you. Do you think they can tell how much you like being fucked?”
“Oh, shit, Blade. I’m going to come.”
“Are you, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over my cock? Cover me in those sweet cunt juices? Are you going to give me everything this sweet pussy has?”
“Yes, Blade. I’ll give you anything.”
“You belong to me, Arwen. Your sexy ass, your perfect tits, your cunt, your lips … It’s all mine. Admit it.”
“All yours.”
“Play with your clit, Arwen. Give them a show down there while I fuck you.”
Her hand immediately goes to her pussy, to do as I ask. She has no idea what she gives me when she follows my orders so easily. I bite against her neck, leaving a mark, and then I fuck her fast and hard, and when she comes, I explode with her—hating that I’m wearing a damn condom. That’s something we’re going to have to fix soon. I come hard, and I can’t imagine it getting better than this. Then Arwen does something that takes me completely by surprise. She stays rested against the window, my body trapping her. “I love you, Blade,” she vows quietly. “I love you.”
I take her words inside me. They seal her fate. She belongs to me.
21 OLIVIA
One Month Later
“I don’t need a babysitter, you know,” I grumble.
Blade looks down at me and smiles. “You seem awfully grumpy today, Olivia.”
“That’s because I never get a moment to myself. Is there a reason you guys are hovering around me so much?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Blade says with a laugh.
“Bullshit. You and Winnie are new. You should be together at home, building your lives together—not babysitting me.”
“I’m pressure washing my woman’s house. That’s all.”
“Yeah, right, Blade. You two don’t even stay here.”
“The penthouse is just easier,” he says with a shrug.
“Okay, so why has Cross been staying here?”
“He likes you and wants to spend time with you?”
“Again, I’m going to say that’s bullshit. Now, are you going to level with me, Blade?” I ask, studying him.
“Fine. You know we’ve been doing our best to track down your brother the last few weeks—I mean, even more so than before.”
“Yeah, Cross mentioned it. Although since he’s been practically living here since you kidnapped Winnie, I figured something was up.”
“Is it weird for you?” he asks, studying my face.
“Is what weird?” I question, confused.
“To know I’m in love with your best friend. To see us together? To know we’re practically living together?”
I smile at his earnest face and shake my head. “First of all, there’s no practically about it. You can’t tell me that Arwen doesn’t have more of her clothes, toiletries, and so on there than she does here. You’re living together.”
If Blade has ever blushed, the faint color on his cheeks would testify to it being right this moment. He shifts uncomfortably. “We don’t want to hurt you, Livy,” he says, using my nickname for the first time since all this has happened.
“You’re not. I’m genuinely happy for you. I loved you, Blade, but I think we both know it wasn’t the love you’ve found with Winnie. It wasn’t the love that refused to leave my heart for …”