Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Too late, my love.” And then he bent down to suck on her other nipple.
Bobby gasped, torn between indignation and a sensual bliss so treacherously beautiful it tempted her to surrender. “You said you’d s-stop if I told you to!”
Leandro lifted his head again. “I did. And I stopped. But this is your other nipple, is it not?” He laughed at her hiss of outrage, and she looked so mad at being fooled he knew she would have scratched his eyes out if her hands were free. She was so passionate, her fiery spirit matching his hot-blooded temperament, that Leandro knew no other woman would suit him better than Bobby. And so it was also the other way around. He only needed enough time to convince her of it.
“I love you, mégaira. There is no one like you.”
Leandro spoke the words so easily it scared her even more, and the sexy grin on his face just made everything more terrifying. She couldn’t let this happen. She just couldn’t. If she allowed him back into her life, she would lose control over herself again and this time, there would be no turning back. If she belonged to him again, it would be forever – even if he one day realized he didn’t want her anymore.
“Let me go, please.”
Leandro responded to her demand by kissing her hard, his lips moving insistently over hers until she was forced to open her mouth and let his tongue in. He took possession of her mouth and kissed her more deeply, exulting in the taste of her. When he raised his head, he smiled in sheer male satisfaction at the dazed look on her face.
The smile made Bobby recover herself. “Jerk!”
“Yes,” he purred. “I am, only to you and only for you, my beautiful shrew.” She struggled anew, making her beautiful bountiful breasts shake harder and with a groan, no longer able to keep his hands away, he let her wrists go so he could cover her breasts.
It was as large as he remembered, his palms unable to completely cover them, and he groaned with real pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded them hard.
Bobby tried to push him away futilely, her hands pressing against his shoulders with all her strength. But it was like trying to get a heavy rock off her. “Get off me, you jerk.”
“That’s not what you really want to call me, Bobby.” He smirked at her.
She started to retort but bit back another moan instead as he started twisting her nipples with his fingers. Pain and pleasure blended with each other as he continued playing with her nipples, and she squeezed her eyes shut so he wouldn’t see how much his touch affected her.
“Jerk,” she gasped out.
Leandro only laughed. “Come on, Bobby. Be true to yourself. You’ve never been a liar.” Before she could answer, he had already bent his head and was hungrily sucking her nipple again while his other hand continued playing with her breast.
She tried pulling his head away, gripping his hair, but he retaliated by sucking so hard and then biting her nipple that Bobby ended up releasing a long, pleasure-loaded moan.
“Say the word, Bobby,” he whispered between tiny bites of her nipple. “Say it.”
Her fingers gripped his hair, but now she could no longer find the strength to use it to pull his head away from her nipple.
“Say it.”
The velvety invitation in his words worked like seductive magic, tempting her to forget even just for today the fact that he was the person who had ruined her life.
Leandro looked up, and lust blazed in his eyes. “Say it.” He punctuated the words with hard squeezes of her breasts.
She cried out, “Kópanos.” By saying it, she knew she had surrendered to him. By saying it, she wasn’t just admitting he was a jerk. She was also admitting that he was the jerk who still had a claim over her even after everything that had happened in the past.
Bobby waited for a triumphant expression to fall on Leandro’s gorgeous face, but instead he looked...
She bit her lip hard, which was again trembling at the riotous emotions warring inside her.
Leandro Christopoulos looked humbled.
“I love you, mégaira.”
The look in his eyes made her want to cry. He loved her. He really loved her, and he was willing to lay everything down at her feet for a chance to make her believe it.
She knew what he wanted to hear, but she just couldn’t say it. Pain flickered in his expression when he realized that she was not going to say anything.
He said hoarsely, “Bobby—-”
She shook her head. She didn’t want to talk. She was too afraid to talk. So instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his lips down for a kiss. “Take me,” she whispered.
Chapter Eleven
FOR ONE MOMENT, LEANDRO wanted to refuse. It would kill him – and his fully erect cock – to refuse the invitation in Bobby’s eyes, but for one crazy moment he wanted to refuse it. More than her body, he wanted her love – her trust – her everything.