Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I refuse to let her doubt that for even a minute. Doesn't matter if I'm worried as fuck. Doesn't matter how I feel. The only thing that matters is her. I think she's been the only thing that's mattered in years.
I tried to bury myself in work. I tried to hide in numbers. I smiled in the right places. I said the right words. But every goddamn minute, part of me was missing. It vanished seven years ago.
I should have torn the world apart looking for her. Had I known that she wasn't where she wanted to be, had I suspected that she felt even an inkling of what I did…not a damn thing would have stopped me from doing exactly that. But I didn't know. I thought she drove out of Silver Spoon Falls to find something better…something that wasn't her father and wasn't me.
I'll never forgive myself for not knowing the truth.
But I know it now. And I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring that she's never anything but happy. That she's never anything but safe. That her money and her company and every single damn thing that belongs to her remain hers and only hers.
I'm one of those things. I'm hers. I'll only ever be hers. And I want myself branded in her psyche like a fucking tattoo before she leaves this house tomorrow.
She hurries across the floor to me, flinging herself against my chest. I boost her up in my arms, my lips coming down on hers in a hard kiss as her hands go to my hair, tugging and pulling.
"I love you," she whispers, the sweetest words I've ever heard.
"Good because you're all mine for the next twenty-four hours, baby," I growl, palming her ass as I stalk toward the sofa with her in my arms. "And I intend to spend every minute of it all over you."
"Yes," she moans, already writhing all over my cock.
I slide her down my body, spinning her until she's prostrate over the back of the sofa, her ass out, her tits against the fabric, her face buried in the cushions…looking like a pretty little goddess.
I rip her panties down her legs as I drop to my knees behind her, growling at the sight of her pussy peeping out at me, already wet and swollen. Already begging for me to feast and fuck.
I bury my face in her from behind, spreading her cheeks to get closer. She sobs and rocks back against my face, greedy and loud.
I have no manners when it comes to her. I'm just a slavering, snarling beast set loose on an angel. I eat and tease and torture her until she's begging me to fuck her, my name ringing around us in an endless litany.
She shatters with a pretty little scream when I slam myself inside, her head flying back. I grip her hair, pounding into her with my fingers on her clit.
"How many times do you think you can come before you pass out, hmm?" I ask, already dragging her back up the cliff. I drive into her again and again, loving the way her cunt grips me. Loving the way she moans and whimpers for me. Christ, there isn't a damn thing about this that isn't heaven. "Think I can keep you coming all day, baby?"
"No," she moans.
"Guess we're going to see, aren't we?" I fuck into her again and again, bringing her to orgasm until her knees buckle. Even then, I don't stop. I simply haul her up higher over the back of the sofa and start all over. Until every thrust has her whimpering, her pussy fluttering endlessly.
"Please, please," she gasps. "Please."
Even begging for mercy, she still tries to rock back against me, still tries to take more. It's like she just can't help herself.
I set my thumb against her clit, grinding in circles as I demand one more. Always, one more.
She whimpers, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering.
"Give it to me, baby," I groan. "Come one more time."
My name sounds so fucking sweet leaving her lips as she cracks for me, convulsing on my cock. I grunt, slamming myself deep as I follow her over this time. My balls draw up, my spine tingling as she milks every drop from me.
And I pray to God the whole damn time that if she isn't already pregnant, this time does it. That's what I want. My wife pregnant with my baby. The way she would have been long ago if not for her prick of a father.
Chapter Ten
Madison
Sneaking into my father's office before the company even opens for the day is…exhilarating in a way I didn't expect. I always thought facing him again would be terrifying. But I'm not afraid. With Jack and Dillon watching my back, it's hard to feel that way. It's hard to feel anything but relief that this is finally almost over.