Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Because fucking Ella once is never enough. No sooner has she left my bed, and I want her back in it. Naked, wet, and writhing beneath me.
“Lars…” she whimpers, her breath ragged, her body giving me those telltale signs that she’s about to come. Her increased breathing. Her hips driving up to meet each stroke. Her fingernails biting into my skin. Those whimpers that drive me wild.
I press my mouth to her ear. “That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
Her fingers tighten against my shoulders, and she cries out, her pussy gripping me tight as she falls into her orgasm.
God, it never gets old.
Hearing her whimper. Hearing her fall.
Christ, I’m addicted.
I can’t hold back any longer and a roar rips out of me like a violent storm, pleasure erupting inside me as I release deep into her wet pussy.
Trying to catch my breath, I pull her into my arms and secure her against my chest.
This is a moment I like to savor.
When we’re both waiting for our heartbeats to even out in the peacefulness that follows.
Which is new for me.
Before Ella, I didn’t know this moment even existed.
Full transparency, I usually like it when they leave. I’m not about cuddling and small talk after sex, and I never let them think for one second that I am.
But I’ve found something new with Ella, and it makes me want to protect it.
Makes me want more of it.
Because I want to come home to find her waiting in my bed.
I want to fall asleep with her beside me and wake up knowing she’ll be there in the morning.
But she’s putting on the brakes. I can feel it. She doesn’t want to rush things. Wants to take things slow.
When all I want is to break all my own rules and go fast.
“I had better get dressed,” she says, sitting up. “I don’t want to push my luck with Mrs. V. She’s only just started to like me. You know, she smiled at me yesterday.”
“That’s huge strides.” I grab her and pull her back down to me. Skin to skin, I can feel my cock appreciating the contact. “But then again, you’re easy to like.”
“Is that you saying you like me?”
My growing cock flinches between us.
“I take that as a yes,” she says, chuckling. “But as much as I’d like to stick around and show you both how much I like you too, I’d better get downstairs.”
“What is the time?”
She reaches for my phone on the nightstand. “Nine o’clock.”
Fuck. Time goes fast when I’m with her.
It only feels like half an hour ago that she knocked on my door.
I press my palms into my eyes. “I’m late for church.”
I’ve never been late for church in my life.
Reluctantly, I climb out of bed and quickly dress.
Hating that I have to leave, I lean down and kiss her quickly on the nose. “I’ll see you later?”
She gives me a mischievous grin. “Maybe.”
I can’t help myself. I pin her to the bed with my body. “Don’t tease me.”
“Or what?”
I press my hips into hers. “Or I’ll make you pay.”
Big blue eyes gleam up at me. “You’ve got my attention.”
I bend my head to kiss her. But it’s not a goodbye kiss. It’s a very reluctant I have to get my ass to church kiss.
I break away with a growl.
Beast is going to be pissed.
But it doesn’t stop me from pausing at the door. “I really like this,” I say, looking across the room at her lying naked and soft among my sheets.
She smiles softly. “Yeah, me too.”
I leave the bedroom with a strange sensation blooming in my chest, and it’s still there when I head into the chapel.
Church is underway when I walk in, and I feel all sets of eyes on me as I take a seat.
“Look who finally decided to join us,” Beast says, giving me a disapproving look from the head of the table.
I’ve walked in mid-conversation, but it only takes me seconds to catch up.
“Who were the men?” Stone asks.
Beast sits back in his chair. “Low-rent muscle. No information.”
“No brains left in their heads either,” Axe says, giving me a look. “Thanks to our enforcer.”
I show him my middle finger.
Beast ignores us. “Doesn’t matter. They were hired thugs. There to transport only.”
“Are we sure it’s the Olicheckoff Bratva behind it?” Viking asks.
“The women never saw him. But they heard his name mentioned enough for it to terrify them,” Beast explains. “There are some middlemen in between him and us.”
“Do we even have a location on Viktor Olicheckoff?” Viking asks.
“He’s as slimy as an eel in a bucket of oil,” Gambit replies. “You’d have better luck catching a bullet mid-air.”
“He’s spent his life making detection difficult,” Beast adds. “But Bram was able to locate a possible location.”
“So when do we pay the asshole a visit?” Axe asks.