Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
It made her want more. She felt desperate for more of him.
And then, it was like she was floating, and she screamed his name as she rode that wave of pleasure. Damion thrust his hands beneath her ass, holding her in place, because the moment she didn’t think she could take another second, he was right there, licking at her pussy.
The pleasure became almost unbearable and his touch lightened just a little, but he didn’t stop. Vicki didn’t know if she was going to be able to take more of it, and then it was like he knew her body better than she did, as he worked her until he thrust her right over the edge. She screamed his name, not wanting to stop. Hungry for more.
Damion knew exactly what to do to give it to her, as he sent her spiraling into a second orgasm. Vicki didn’t know if she’d be able to take a third, and he seemed to know that, because he kissed up her body, and that was when she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her.
There was no fear. No second-guessing. She knew exactly what she was doing and she didn’t want to stop, not even for a second. Staring into Damion’s sharp blue eyes, she felt complete, whole, and she knew this was the man she was supposed to be with.
And then, Damion thrust hard and deep within her. The pain shook her to her core. She hadn’t expected it, and as she screamed, her hands clenched into fists, and Damion held her throughout. Even though it hurt, not once did she want him to stop. But, fuck, that pain shook her, and only lasted for a few minutes.
He didn’t stop holding her, and it was in his arms that she felt the change within her body, and the desire for him to continue.
Chapter Nine
Jude was dead. Annette was being dealt with by Neil and was no longer his problem, unless she did some fucked-up shit that meant he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.
According to his sources, it seemed Frank was indeed starting his initiation process with The Lords. They would be getting him to do a lot of fucked-up shit.
Damion held the coffees, along with the baked goods, and entered his home. He stopped for a second and listened to see if Vicki was still awake.
This morning, he woke to his cell phone going off, and Neil wanting to talk. If he started showing special privileges to the Thames’s, it would cause chaos, but he risked it. Mainly because Neil had said this was nothing to do with family business, and instead to do with Vicki.
First, the man wanted to take a paternity test and see if any of Annette’s other five children were his. He just wanted to be sure, even though the man was completely convinced after her cheating on him when they were in high school, he never touched her. It was Thames’s money, and he said he would talk to Vicki about it.
The other kids, apart from Frank, were underage, so it would require the permission of the legal guardian. Vicki was that guardian.
He also wanted to warn him away from his daughter. Now, this was where shit got ugly. Neil attempted to pull a gun on him. It had resulted in the gun being unloaded and broken apart, and Neil sporting a broken nose.
He would accept that Neil was Vicki’s father, and in fact, wouldn’t even fucking dispute it. However, in the town of Old County, he didn’t tell him what to do, and he certainly didn’t threaten him. That shit wasn’t going to change because he was seeing Vicki.
He had also told Neil he better get used to it, because not only was he staying with Vicki, he also intended to marry her, and even had a ring picked out for her.
Damion wasn’t interested in a quick hookup. Certainly not after last night. In all his years of random fucking and using women, he’d never had a virgin. Vicki’s scream last night would stay with him forever. Never did he want to hurt his woman.
And that was who Vicki was now—his woman. His to protect. His to love. Never had he loved anyone or anything. These feelings he had for Vicki were new, but they had been developing for a long while. He’d watched her flourish into a beautiful woman, knowing deep down he should have kept his distance, only he didn’t.
Vicki was a special woman. After last night, feeling her virginity tear, she was all his, and he was never letting her go. He wanted her so badly, and that didn’t change.
Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a couple of plates and turned to find Vicki there, dressed only in one of his shirts.