Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Her last comment breaks me out of my spell, and I force myself to avert my eyes as I remove my jacket and drape it neatly across the back of the wingback chair.
I smooth over it as I ask her, “Are you ready for class?”
“Why, yes, I am—” She uses that same playful teasing tone, and I cut her off.
“No, your classes. Your real classes,” I stress, knowing damn well I don’t trust this, and I don’t trust her.
I’m only half concerned with how much she spent and more concerned with what else she’ll change without telling me.
She shrugs it off, then parts her lips as if she’ll give me some excuse.
“You need to attend your classes,” I stress.
Her lips straighten to a thin line before she says, “I don’t see why I should go. I was only doing it because of my father, and I blocked him today, so…”
“You blocked him?” My forehead is tight with the crease from my scrunched brow.
“Yes. I hit the button on the phone that says—” she responds as if I can’t fucking comprehend how to block someone.
“I know what blocked means,” I grit out, barely holding back my irritation. My heart pounds. I hate that she’s one of them. “What are you doing, Brooklyn?”
“What does it look like?” she says once again, playing dumb. She’s anything but, and she damn well knows that I know that.
For a moment, her eyes reflect the shock and grief she’s been holding back.
There she is… the version of her I met in the bar that night. The raw, vulnerable woman who wanted to escape, and I found myself there, wanting the same.
“You’re smarter than this,” I say as I take another step toward her.
She stares at me, her eyes wide as if she knows I can really see her for who she is. The real her. She steps back, her knees hitting the other chair and preventing her from moving. I know she’s hurt, and for a moment, a moment, I think she may walk away.
Not just from this moment but from all of it.
Me included.
I can’t fucking risk that. I need her. More than she knows.
“Get on your knees.” My hands land on my belt buckle, and I wait for her to move.
She swallows hard, meeting my eyes as a smirk spreads across her lips.
“Come on, my little whore, get on your knees for me like my good girl you are.”
She doesn’t move, not one step. She wants me to come to her instead. This is a battle, an all-out war of who controls the other more.
Hours, minutes, seconds could have rolled by, and I give her what she wants in the end because I can’t resist her. As much as I crave to, as much as I pray to, as much as I hope to.
I just can’t let her go.
Dammit all to hell.
In one long stride, I turn her back to my front to whisper in her ear from behind her, “I need you to be good for me.”
I can feel it in her stance that she wants to defy me. Except she can’t. She likes being at my mercy too much, bending to my will.
She winks at me with a quick glance over her shoulder before she drops to her knees. In another swift motion, she has my throbbing hard cock in her tiny grasp, working me over hard and fast.
“Fuck…” I rasp, never breaking eye contact with her. I have to brace myself with a hand on the wall.
Goddamn.
She slides my cock into her mouth like it was made for only her, deep throating it until I can feel the back of her throat, and her cheeks hollow. Fucking gorgeous. I grip the hair on the nape of her neck, gliding her up and down my shaft until she gags.
I don’t give her a chance to recover and catch her breath before I tear my dick out of her pouty fuck-me lips and place her where I want her. Right against the back of the couch, I press her body forward. As I pull up her short skirt, I slap her ass, and I love her yelp. In less than a second, I thrust my cock inside her.
Fucking hell, she feels like heaven. I focus on the sweet moans that pour from her lips. My thrusts are deep and relentless, and she takes each of them while her nails scratch against the sofa until she grips a pillow.
She nearly cries out her pleasure into it, but I can’t fucking have that. I want to hear every sound.
I pull her head back, my hand on her throat, to kiss that luscious mouth of hers, all needy and wet from my assault. She purrs and sucks on my tongue like she just did my dick as I roughly pound into her now soaking wet cunt.