Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
My cock twitches when I get a glimpse of her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom of the shorts. I’ve always known what she looks like naked, since the very first week of having her in my possession, but only since today do I know what it feels like to be inside her with her naked body beneath me.
I slam my laptop shut and escape into the bathroom, needing a cold shower. I’m unable to stand the frigid water for very long, but it does wonders for settling my cock. The last thing I need is to sleep with her again. I’d lost my head and I fucking hated it.
If I have hope in finding Calista, I need to stay focused.
I brush my teeth and quickly shave, hoping to spend enough time away from her that she’ll fall asleep so I don’t have to be tempted by her.
The room is dark when I reenter, which is fine by me. The less I see of her sexy curves and pouty mouth, the better. Quietly, I slip into bed beside her. I stare up at the ceiling in the dark, not at all tired.
“Are we going to discuss what happened this morning?” she asks, voice sharp like a blade. “Or will you ignore it forever?”
I sigh heavily. “What’s there to discuss?”
The bed shifts and I imagine she’s rolling to face me. Her scent envelops me, making my cock twitch to life again. Fuck.
“You were my first,” she whispers sadly. “It was everything I’d hoped for. Until you made me feel like a cheap whore after.”
Guilt sluices through me. She’d been abused as a child and then recently raped. I could have been gentle with her or made her feel wanted. Instead, I fucked and ran.
But I’m an asshole.
We’ve established this.
Why is she expecting anything otherwise?
“I don’t know where all this is heading,” she says softly, “but if you want my help, I expect you to treat me like a partner.”
I snort at her words. “Help? You’re not the new nanny, little girl.”
I know she hates when I call her that. Maybe it’ll remind her how she got here. That she’s not really my girlfriend, but instead a prisoner until I decide to release her.
Keep lying to yourself, Cai…
“I don’t understand how you can be so passionate and adoring one minute, and then a complete dick the next.” She huffs and shifts beside me. “I want to leave.”
My adrenaline spikes. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I can leave if I want.”
A dark laugh barks out of me. “No, love, you can’t.”
Whap!
I grunt in pain. It takes a second to realize she hit me in the stomach. She starts to roll away like she might actually think she can leave. I’m too quick, grabbing in the dark for anything I can. My fingers find the material of what feels like her shorts. I yank her back toward me and then pounce, pinning her facedown beneath me.
“Let go,” she hisses. “Now.”
So brave this one.
I let her think I might let her go by lifting up enough that I can flip her onto her back. Her breath comes out in ragged pants. She smacks at me until I manage to grab hold of her arms, pinning those as well.
“Stop,” I warn.
Blood rushes to my cock. It hardens between us. She squirms in response.
“You disgust me,” she lies. “Get off me.”
I can’t help but ease the ache in my dick by bucking my hips against her. She sucks in a sharp breath. More wriggling ensues until her legs have found their way around my waist. We’re both quiet, staring at each other, though we can’t see a thing. Her hot breath tickles my face. My hips move again of their own accord. Pleasure zings up my spine. Romy shudders in response, failing to suppress a whine of pleasure.
“Caius,” she murmurs. “You confuse me with your mood swings.”
I confuse myself, dammit.
Before I can stop myself, I find my lips seeking hers. Her kiss is hesitant at first and then she greedily licks and nips at my tongue. Every move of her teasing mouth sends a frenzy of pleasure-filled pulses through my body. I devour her mouth, biting her sweet bottom lip and then sucking away any pain I’ve caused.
Somehow, I’ve let her arms go. Instead of smacking me, her fingers thread into my hair as she moves in tandem with the way I dry fuck her. I roam my hand over her shirt and then back up beneath the material. She moans into my mouth the second my fingers toy with her nipple.
More.
I need more.
She groans when I pull away from our kiss. I shove her shirt up and eagerly put my mouth on her naked flesh. A needy moan escapes her as her back arches, her body begging for more.