Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Another moan escaped her lips, and Dom continued to suck her clit, and she whimpered his name. The sound got really loud and seemed to echo. Never in all her life had she felt anything quite so incredible as she did with his tongue dancing across her clit.
She felt something building inside her. The first hint of an orgasm by her first ever man. This was embarrassing. He’d barely been touching her, and yet she was ready to go. Emily tried to hold back, to prolong this pleasure, but nothing was going to stop it. She was putty in his hands.
Her release took her over the edge, shocking her to the core with how amazing it felt. She couldn’t contain her pleasured screams. She didn’t want to. The orgasm went on and on, and only when she couldn’t take anymore did Dom pull away.
He’d brought her to orgasm first. Now it was time for him—for them—to have sex. This would be easy.
“It’s time for you to go to bed,” he said.
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The following morning, Dom knew Emily was taking her sweet time to get to the breakfast table to serve him, and he wasn’t impressed with having to wait. Emily still had her responsibilities, and last night, he had not acted selfishly. He’d been the model of a perfect gentleman and now he was pissed.
It would have been easy for him to take out his cock and thrust deep inside her tight, virginal cunt. Call him old-fashioned, but he didn’t think a woman’s first time should be on the sofa. First of all, the blood would stain the fabric, but he also didn’t want Emily to be uncomfortable. He had been the one to go to bed with a raging erection and no way of stopping it.
He went to the shower and tried twice to stop his hard dick, but the only person his cock wanted was the little blonde who was driving him crazy. He was two seconds away from dragging her from the bed. Not that he would pull her down the stairs or anything. No, he’d carry her down, while also slapping that fine ass. That is exactly what he was going to do.
Dom pushed his chair out, about to do exactly that, when Emily rounded the corner into the dining room. Keeping himself in his seat, he saw her cheeks were slightly flushed and she wouldn’t quite meet his gaze.
She wore one of the many pairs of jeans he’d purchased for her, along with a single tight black t-shirt, which lay flush against her body and showed off every curve to perfection. Just the sight of her and he was hard as rock.
Emily didn’t say a word, not that she ever usually did. Sometimes he got a yearning look from her, or some kind of questioning gaze. Not today. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about.
He’d never cared about a woman long enough to wonder what she was thinking about. Emily wasn’t just any woman, though. She belonged to his enemy, who had yet to call him with some ransom deal, or his demands. Their initial conversation had entertained Dom, to deny all knowledge that he had taken her. Since then, Nigel had only requested he let her go, no ransom, no bargaining, nothing.
So far, nothing.
He imagined it was because of the heat. While Dom had been kidnapping Emily, the law had descended on the place and made several arrests. From his sources, her father hadn’t been one of them.
He had many men in one place to make a purchase, and it was going to put Nigel on the not-very-nice list of a whole lot of people. Unless he could wager a deal to get some of the high rollers out.
That hadn’t happened.
Dom was keeping a very close eye on the situation, and it also helped that he had a guy on the inside who had no qualms about keeping tabs on Nigel.
Emily came back from the kitchen, carrying his tray, and she placed it in front of him. He was pretty sure he detected a little annoyance. There might have even been a little slight clatter as the plate landed on the table. He couldn’t help but smile.
In the past few months of Emily being his captive, she’d been the best-behaved kidnap victim he ever knew. Now, after he didn’t actually fuck her, she was having a little temper tantrum. It was cute.
She returned with her own plate. This time, there was no hesitation—she put the plate in her usual space and sat down. Dom smirked.
She still hadn’t looked at him, not even during the first few days here. He’d also detected how fragile she seemed. She feared being killed. Back then, and even now, he had no desire to kill her. He was doing Nora a favor, but Emily was also very entertaining to him. He couldn’t help but be slightly enamored by her.