Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
“Let’s hear it, dove,” I hiss, then lean forward and nip at her bottom lip. “If you want to get what you deserve, beg me to fuck you with this big cock.”
I lift the condom to my teeth and tear it open, never losing eye contact with her.
Her chest heaves against mine as I reach down and unbutton and unzip my pants to finally free my aching shaft. I roll the condom down its length and allow it to hover, hard and hot, against her inner thigh.
Another of those simmering moans escapes her throat.
She glares at me with a combination of fury and desperate lust, and I almost bust the condom right then and there.
“You fucking cocky, twisted bastard.” Her green eyes burn with fire. “Please let me ride this giant monster cock of yours so I don’t die of horniness.”
Then she grins like the devil herself and leans in to whisper in my ear, “But just know, I’ve had bigger.”
My body responds to all that she is.
A woman to finally match me.
I groan in abandon and thrust forward.
SEVENTEEN
MOIRA
Oh fuck, it’s good.
Why does it have to be so good?
I was really hoping that having such a big tool would mean his weird cocky ego was fronting for inadequacy.
But nope.
He does this slow-scoop-thrust-thing that hits spots I didn’t even know I had.
Oh, God, that’s good.
I arch into his body.
He spanks me again, and it’s just right. The bottom of my jiggling ass cheek bounces right to my pussy, and I clench around him inside me.
Which makes his fingers flex on my ass, his cock buck deeper inside me, and his top lip twitch. Like a dangerous, furious Elvis.
Fuck, how does he make that hot?
I come.
I grab a fistful of his hair, my hips thrusting back and then bucking forward against him with the seizure-like orgasm that rocks my body.
His hand lifts, caging my face with clenched fingers, but somehow, he’s careful only to gently caress my cheek at the same time.
I lift my eyes as pained agony washes over his face before, for the most fleeting of moments, something like pure, undiluted happiness replaces it.
Then my shoulders rear back with the next wave of the world’s single most intense double orgasm.
EIGHTEEN
Weeks Later
MOIRA
I bounce into the women’s shelter where I regularly volunteer—or used to, anyway—forcing myself to keep the energy up. Marci hasn’t been taking my calls. She might’ve even blocked my number. But Bane and I have been talking about how I need to start showing up for my life again. Getting back out in the world. Doing things.
Because the training with him has been going well. Really… um… well. I’ve been staying at his place, and when he’s not working, he’s training me, and god, it’s awful and boring but also, randomly the most exciting time in my life. If that makes any sense at all? I live for our once-a-day reward fucks when I do well.
I can’t tell if today’s a test to see if I’ll be a good girl even when he’s not looking or if it’s just another one of his Jedi mind tricks to… I don’t know. Make my life bigger? Better? He’s not one of those guys who wants to lock me away. He’s trying to push me into something more. And I can’t figure out what the fuck to do with that.
But I’m here. I’m trying.
I paste on a bright smile and push through the shelter doors.
Marci grimaces and rolls her eyes the second she sees me.
My cheeks go hot. She’s always had this ability to make me feel two inches tall, and I hate her for it. Girls like her have been cutting me down like this my whole life.
“Well, look who showed up,” she drawls, arms crossed. “After months of vanishing, no less. But I suppose a lady like you would never dirty her pretty fingers with actual work.”
I clench my jaw but keep my tone even. “I’m here, aren’t I? Can’t you use the help? Client intake? Making up beds? Laundry?” I flatten my expression. Hell, I’ll beg if she wants me to beg. Begging’s not that big a deal, ya know? The world’s just a giant, stupid game, and some of us are better players than others. “I’ll mop the floors if you need.”
She scoffs, stepping closer until I catch a whiff of stale coffee breath. “You’re on suspension from client relations. You think we wouldn’t hear about how you let a former client move in with you? How that whole mess led to her getting involved with your brother? At least someone with actual sense finally sent her off to Chicago.”
My jaw tightens. She’s talking about Anna. The grapevine never dies. Though she doesn’t even know the half of it. But now Anna and Domhn are happy, so she can suck it.