Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I don’t think so,” I say, looking down at her with a lust-filled grin. “You know what you have to say. Say it, and I’ll give you everything you want and more.”
She bites her lip, contemplating whether she wants to give in to my demands or not. Just to show her what she’s missing, I thrust in and out of her one more time and watch as she cries out and moans, digging her fists in the sheets before I stop once again.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Harper,” I continue, feeling how close she is to coming once again. “Tell me you’re mine and that no man will ever touch you like this.”
“Please, Dawson,” she begs, looking up at me with her eyebrows furrowed and desperation and her eyes.
“Not yet.” I roll my hips against her, already as deep as I can go, just teasing her as much as I can without sending her over the edge, controlling everything about her pleasure until she says what I want to hear. “Tell me.”
She bites her lips so hard I think she might bleed and reluctantly gives in. “I’m yours! I’m all yours!”
I smile and move my hips again, thrusting in and out of her with more passion as I fuck her. “Nobody’s ever going to touch you,” I say, leaning down and kissing her again. She whimpers in my mouth as I completely unleash myself inside her. My movements are faster, emboldened by this passion.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I feel each throb as it tightens around my cock, pulling me deeper inside her. I can’t fight back against it any longer, and I explode inside her.
“Say it again,” I growl as I pump in and out of her.
“I’m all yours,” she cries out through a pleasured whimper.
When we’re both finished, I collapse on the bed beside her and watch her body as her chest rises and falls, recuperating from what just happened.
I try not to think about Malik as we fall asleep. There has to be some way out of this because I can’t let her be married off to someone like him. Harper is mine. I’m not letting anything happen to her.
Chapter 12
Harper
The sun shines through the curtains of my room, and I feel Dawson in the bed beside me scrambling to get up before I can even open my eyes.
“Fuck, it’s so late,” Dawson says under his breath alongside a myriad of curses.
I sit upright and cover myself with a sheet so he can’t see me. I don’t know what good it’s going to do, he’s already seen all of me in a much more intimate way than this. Still, there’s something awkward about waking up in the morning next to him that makes me feel like I need to hide myself.
“What time is it?” I ask, yawning and reaching over to grab my phone from the nightstand.
“Too late for breakfast, that’s for damn sure,” Dawson groans as he jumps to his feet. “We’ve got to get a move on if we want to make it to the office on time. We should just shower together to save time.”
My heart races at the idea, and I find myself eagerly nodding. Last night was spectacular, and if I can get another taste of that this morning, I’m not opposed.
I have no idea what we are. Am I still just his assistant? Is this some game he’s playing just to fuck with my head? I can’t rule that out yet.
I follow him into the master bathroom, amazed at how much more lavish it is than the one I’ve been using. The shower is huge, with dual showerheads specifically made for couples showering together in the morning. There’s something intimate about him inviting me to shower here, like it’s an unspoken acknowledgment of a deeper relationship.
Dawson turns on one faucet and invites me to stand beside him. Water pours over both of our heads, and I look up at him, half expecting him to wrap his arms around me and hold me close to him. Of course, I should know by now that Dawson isn’t going to do anything I expect.
“Get moving, we don’t have all day,” Dawson says, encouraging me to start washing my body with the soap provided.
I turn away from him, trying to fight against the disappointment I feel growing in my chest. So, the shower is purely for saving time. Turns out he didn’t want any late-morning canoodling, as I might have suspected initially.
As soon as both of us are completely free of soap suds, Dawson turns off the shower and tosses me a towel, and sends me on my way to get dressed for work. Maggie is in the kitchen with an unsurprised smile on her face waiting for breakfast orders, and I have to politely tell her there won’t be any today.