Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I may be his surefire…but he loves her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EDWARD
I step out of the jet and make my way to the car that is waiting on the tarmac, Claude opens the door for me. “Good evening, Mr. Prescott.” He smiles.
“Hello, Claude, miss me?” I get into the car.
Amusement flashes across his face. “As always, sir.” He gets behind the wheel and we begin to make our way home. Claude has been my driver for eight years, he used to travel with me everywhere until he met a woman here in France and got married. He stays here now and is only with me when I’m back in the country.
We drive through the night and weave through the traffic as I stare out the window. My mind is a whirl of activity, what would happen if I went to Alora’s house right now…would she let me in? Would she kiss me and hold me in her arms?
Would she let me taste her…?
I get a visual of her naked and beneath me.
Buried so deep inside her body, I readjust myself in my pants as my erection becomes painful.
I chew my lip as I stare out the window, something’s got to give here.
This can’t go on.
For every second of every minute of every hour since I saw Alora on Friday, I’ve been hard, my cock has been throbbing like a broken appendix and begging for attention. She’s all I can think about, consuming me like an addiction.
Her face floats through my mind like an apparition, taunting me with things I can’t have.
Things that only she can deliver.
There’s no denying it, Alora Sorenson has something that feeds the darkness inside of me. Her raw sexuality is like a drug that my body can smell, and the fact that she doesn’t want me only makes the hunter in me more desperate to take her.
To own her.
I imagine dragging her down to her knees by her hair…. Throb…throb….
I tip my head back against the seat as I ride the wave of arousal.
I’ve never jerked off so much in my fucking life.
“Miss Hermione is at your place, sir.” His eyes flick up to meet mine in the rearview mirror.
What?
“I thought she was in Switzerland.”
“She’s surprising you, sir.” He gives me a stifled smile. “Act surprised.”
I exhale heavily and drag my gaze back out the window, fucking great…. This is all I need tonight. I was looking forward to a week on my own.
I have a much-anticipated date with my right hand tonight, a rough hard ride with Alora’s open mouth in my mind.
Ughh…. I drag my gaze out the window in disgust, what the fuck is wrong with me? Can you even hear yourself?
I would rather jerk off while thinking about someone that I can’t have, rather than have actual sex with a woman who loves me.
A sweet, beautiful woman who worships the ground that I walk on. A woman I wish to god could fuck me the way I need to be fucked. As much as she tries she just can’t fill the needs that I have.
What kind of man does that make me?
I drag my hand down my face, just when I think I can’t be any more fucked up than I already am…. Alora Sorenson walks back into my life and makes me question everything that I’ve worked so hard for.
I get a vision of her naked, her legs open wide…calling to me on another level.
I close my eyes as I fight myself over this primal attraction. She’s all I fucking think about.
Stop.
Stop it right now.
I am well aware that if I’m not careful I’m about to fuck everything up for a woman who I know I couldn’t have a relationship with.
We would never work in the real world, I’m too strong…the need to control her is already consuming me in a very unhealthy way.
Rein it in.
THREE DAYS LATER.
I pant, my hips rise from the bed and I moan as I swipe Alora’s hair back from her face. Wet with perspiration, my two hands in her hair, I ride her beautiful mouth.
Deeper…harder.
I tip my head back as her teeth slide over the head of my cock and I moan deeply as I come hard down her throat. My cock jerks violently.
“What are you doing?” A voice interrupts me.
My eyes snap open as I pant, disoriented, I look around the room.
Where am I?
My chest is heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, my cock weeping the last of ejaculate as it drips from my body.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asks from beside me in bed.
I close my eyes in disgust.
Fuck….
“Bad dream,” I pant as I climb out of bed.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“I’m fine.” I get up. “Go back to sleep, I’m going downstairs to get a drink.”
“Do you need anything?” she asks.
Alora.
She snuggles back into the blankets and closes her eyes and I stare at her in the darkness, disgusted by my thoughts.