Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Look how good you take me.” I rise up to my knees partly, gripping her hips and pulling her onto my thighs, never stopping from thrusting into her. I move her hips, making her meet each of my thrusts.
“Ro,” she moans.
“Grip the headboard,” I order her, wanting to see her spread out completely for me. My girl does it without hesitation. “Such a good girl.”
“I am, yes. It feels so good. I, uh, I, uh…” Ellie's words trail off. I know from the flutter of her sweet cunt she is close to coming again for me. Her pussy gets tighter, gripping my cock, begging for me to release inside of her.
She lets out a whimper as I work her up and down on my cock, angling so that I hit her G-spot with every stroke.
“Come for me, little fox; make me proud.”
“Ro!” She cries out my name as her body quakes, her thighs shaking as her cunt spasms around my cock as she comes.
“That’s it, little fox, milk it good for me. Take every last drop.” I groan, thrusting fully inside of her to the hilt, roaring her name as I climax; the pleasure shooting down my spine as I empty inside of her. I grunt, pushing as deep as I can before collapsing on top of my girl, careful not to put all my weight on her.
I lie still, my cock resting inside of her, enjoying the moment. Ellie lets out a small sigh, her breathing growing deeper. When I slowly lift my head, her eyes are closed, her thick lashes resting against her cheeks as she falls into a deep sleep.
My chest grows tight. Ellie is mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to say otherwise. I know I could never live without her. I’m not sure how I ever survived before.
Chapter Thirty-Two
ELLIE
“So it’s like you’re flirting with him?” Cosima is sitting on the desk next to my keyboard, her legs swinging back and forth.
“It’s not flirting,” Ronan says from behind me. I hear a gun cock. I turn my head to see him inspecting his weapons. Then he tucks the gun into the back of his pants. The few times I have seen Ronan with a gun, he wielded it easily, like it was a part of him. Cosima is the same way with a knife. I’ve watched her lazily play with a knife like it was a fidget spinner.
“She’s teasing him, and he’s doing it back.” This is true. We are now in a cat and mouse game; each time I pop up online, Cyberius pops up. He’s sent me a few messages that I haven’t responded to.
That had been part of the plan. I give Cyberius a small amount of attention, and then I ignore him. This is supposed to piss him off. I think it’s working, and I’m not the only one noticing that.
Cyberius has been poking his head out further than he should. He forgets he’s still not tucked away in Russia. It’s a whole lot easier to get access to him physically if you can find him.
“Stop trying to get him riled up.” I poke Cosima’s thigh. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“He’s my brother. It’s part of my sisterly responsibility.” I snort a laugh.
“Is it time?” Tova knocks on the open bedroom door. “I don’t think I’ve left this house in a few weeks.” She doesn’t say it like it’s a bad thing. It’s more of an afterthought. Tova enjoys being home, and War enjoys keeping her here.
“War is really letting you come with us?”
“Yep.” Tova bounces on her heels. She is all dressed up with light makeup on.
“I love shopping. This is going to be so fun.” Cosima lets out a dreamy sigh. “It will be like old times. The last time we all went shopping was amazing.”
“You stabbed someone,” I remind her.
“And I got blood on me,” Tova adds, scrunching her nose. “Can we not get blood on me this time?”
“I make no promises.” Cosima hops down from the desk. She too is dressed up, making me wonder if I should change. I’m in jeans and a green oversized sweater that falls off one shoulder. I stand, leaving the computer running.
“You look good, little fox,” Ronan tells me.
“I swear you hack my brain.” I make my way over to him. Ronan has his foot up on the bench at the end of the bed, slipping a knife into his boot.
“I know my woman.” He leans in and kisses me.
“You good?” I ask.
“I’m good if you’re good.” I smile at that, knowing it’s the full truth.
“I’m always good if you’re close.”
“Always.” He cups the back of my neck, placing a hard, possessive kiss on me before we head downstairs, where Z, War, and Rochelle are waiting for us. Based on War’s demeanor, he doesn’t seem very excited about this outing. I bet he’s having PTSD from our last shopping trip. I didn't think he was ever going to allow Tova to leave the farm after that.