Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She moaned, her hips pressing down harder against my cock.
I twisted us so that she was underneath me, twisting my hips so that I could fall between her spread thighs, and deepened the kiss until we were both breathless.
Her fingers tightened, pulling the strands of my hair and bringing me back to reality.
I pulled away at the hint of pain, horror washing over me at what I was about to do.
She held on tight, her fingers in my hair not giving me an inch.
“No, Romeo,” she begged. “Come back.”
I stilled and stared into her eyes, every single ounce of morality warring in my body with the need to take her. To possess her. To make her mine.
“You deserve the world, baby.”
She looked deeply into my eyes before saying, “You’ve become my world, Meo.”
Her words set off a chain of events inside me. I’d been trying to rebuild those walls, to remind myself that she didn’t deserve the kind of crap that I was bringing to the table.
But she was battering those walls down just as fast as I could build them.
“There are things that I can’t tell you, Mable.”
“Are those things like you’re a rapist?”
I recoiled, the bite of pain as her hands stayed glued to my hair not enough to stop the horror. “Absolutely not.”
“Did you kill someone?”
I remained silent.
I might not say the words, but I wouldn’t out-and-out lie to her.
The guy that I’d beaten to within an inch of his life had died while I was in prison.
Not to mention I’d killed a few more while I was on the inside.
“Did this person deserve to be killed?”
I thought back to the man who’d stolen my freedom.
Had he deserved it?
Yes.
He’d been a terror to the people in my neighborhood growing up. Passing out drugs to anyone who wanted them, let that be man, woman, or child. Young or old. Everyone got something from him if they showed interest.
Some even that didn’t.
And that wasn’t including the stranglehold he had on the members of my community, scaring them into doing his bidding whether they wanted to or not.
I’d spent years trying to extricate him from my life. Just as I’d pry one claw loose, he’d hook another one in somewhere else.
That somewhere else being my ex-wife.
She unthreaded one hand from my hair and cupped my jaw over my beard. “Not a good person.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Have you stolen from the elderly?”
I frowned. “No. Why would I?”
“Have you beaten any dogs?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, never.”
“Killed any cats?”
One small shake of my head.
“Hurt any women and small children?”
Again with the single shake of my head.
“Don’t tell me that one thing,” she whispered. “Keep that part of you separate if you feel like you need to. But give me everything else.”
She wasn’t real.
There was no woman alive who wouldn’t demand answers.
At least, I thought that.
The universe proved me wrong when she widened her thighs and my lower half sank even deeper into the curve of her hips.
That’s about the time when all my hesitations left me. I couldn’t focus on anything but the taste of her. The smell of her. The feel of her.
Her hands seemed to be everywhere, too. Exploring my neck and chest. The dips at my hips. The wide span of my shoulder blades.
There wasn’t a single place that her hand hadn’t touched as I explored her mouth. Then her neck. The valley between her breasts.
She paused in touching me to rip her nightgown off over her head.
That damn nightgown.
It’d been taunting me for a week straight.
We’d slept in the same bed since we’d found out about her sister.
It’d been the best kind of torture seeing her walking to bed wearing the white satin nightgown that covered her from neck to ankles.
But what it was concealing…
“Fuck,” I growled as I took her in.
She had the perfect breasts. Small and perky, the perfect handful. She had dusky-brown nipples, and they were peaked as they waited for my touch.
Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breathing.
I cupped one breast and guided my mouth down to her nipple, tasting her as I watched her every reaction.
“Romeo…”
I closed my eyes and feasted, tasting and licking. Sucking and nipping.
She keened when I moved to the next breast, lifting her hips to press against my bare stomach.
Which was about the time that I realized that she didn’t have any underwear on. Her pussy was hot and warm where it pressed against me.
Slick, too.
“Fuck,” I repeated, unable to form any other word.
“Inside me,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”
Something in my mind screamed at me to take it slow. To ask questions. To make sure she was safe.
But my mind shut off, and soon I was shoving my underwear and sweats down to free my cock.
Seconds after it was freed, I was lining up at her entrance with the engorged head of my cock and burrowing inside.