Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“When I’m with you, I feel more certain than I ever have in my entire life. That’s been true since I first walked into the Crust.”
She glances at the backroom, then grabs my shirt and pulls herself closer for a kiss. “Okay, let’s do it,” she says excitedly.
I press the bell on the counter. “Could we try this piece, please, Martin?”
“Of course, Mr. Callahan.”
He unlocks the case and then leaves the room. “He’s very trusting of you,” Lucy comments.
I smirk, placing my hand on my chest. “I am a very upstanding, trusting man, after all…”
“Not funny,” she murmurs.
I cradle her cheek. “You’re right. I shouldn’t make light of this. I’m sorry.”
When I lean in to kiss her, she turns her face away. I kiss her on the cheek. “Nah uh, you don’t get to make light of all this craziness, then kiss me…”
“Do you think you can resist me anymore than I can resist you?” I groan, kissing her cheek, then her neck.
She moans and finds my lips. Kissing her feels like the most natural thing in the world, like the only path worth taking, which makes it even more vicious that every time we do it, I’m thinking about the fact it has to end. She makes a gorgeous moaning noise when the kissing grows hotter, heavier, her hands clawing onto my sides.
“The necklace,” I say, ending the kiss.
“Is something wrong?”
“No… except if we keep going, I’m going to tear your clothes off and take your virginity right here,” I whisper.
“What would Martin think of that?”
“My point exactly,” I tell her. Reaching over, I take the necklace from the cabinet. “Turn around.”
I carefully unclasp it, waiting as she takes off her small ring pendant. I put the necklace on her, then guide her to the mirror. Her eyes get wide as she looks at herself, a gorgeous smile touching her kissable lips.
“It’s beautiful,” she says.
“It brings out your beauty,” I tell her. “Do you want it?”
“Are you sure—”
She laughs when I spank her ass, but the laughter turns to a quiet moan when I keep my hand there.
“I’m sure,” I growl. “Now, answer my question.”
She looks at me intensely in the mirror. “I want it,” she says, and I know she’s talking about more than the necklace.
“Do you think this is the one?” she asks about an hour later, emerging from the changing room in a gorgeous red dress, the silky material floating around her like she’s an angel, her thick legs partially on display, a hint of cleavage making me feel savage with desire. Whoever said red heads can’t wear red is a liar, Lucy looks stunning.
“You look perfect,” I say, joining her at the mirror, turning her so she’s facing it. I wrap my arms around her, kissing her neck. “You’re going to be the most beautiful woman at the ball. But don’t forget who you belong to.”
“For the night,” she murmurs.
No, forever. But I can’t say that, can’t give either of us false hope.
We’re alone in the changing suite. The staff are upstairs, waiting for my text when I’m ready to make a purchase.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” I say huskily.
She gasps, staring like she doesn’t recognize me. Maybe that’s fitting. Some mafioso darkness has come into my expression and the breathiness of my voice.
“In charge?” she says, turning to me.
“At the ball, you’ll need to listen to me. You’ll need to do what I say without questioning it. If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. If I say…” I slide my hand down her body, then under the cut of her dress and up her delicious-as-fuck thigh. My manhood presses against my pants as I watch the pleasure dance across her features. “Come, you come.”
“Killian…” At first, it sounds like she’s going to protest, but then her moans take over like she can’t help herself.
I push my hand against her underwear, feeling her wetness, her need, her body unable to hide what she wants. There’s doubt in our future, doubt in our words, but there’s no doubt in our touch.
“You do what I say, a stór,” I growl, massaging her folds and her desirous pleasure point.
She shifts against me, grinding her luscious ass up and down my groin, making my dick stiffer. My balls ache and throb, I can hardly take it. But I won’t force my lucky-charm. If I was a decent man, I wouldn’t even do this.
But I can’t be an angel when she brings the devil out of me so damn easily.
I smooth my other hand to her cleavage, slipping my hand into her bra and massaging her curviness, paying special attention to her nipple as I massage her clit at the same time. She bites her lip, suppressing her breathy moans, then opens her mouth and shivers like she can’t take it anymore.