Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
She searches my eyes with so much emotion and pain that it makes my blood roar in my veins.
My eyes focus on the pulse of her neck, the blue veins in the swell of her pale chest. She swallows the words she wants to say to me. I know she’ll offer me nothing but more lies that will spill effortlessly from her full, rose-tinted lips. I gaze into the cornflower blue of her bright eyes that used to twinkle with joy. She holds so much ice around her heart that I know, deep down, I’ll never excavate the truth.
A decade ago, I would have given anything to hear her say those words. To have her run after me, say it was all a lie, and welcome me back into her arms. But maybe her rejection was a blessing in disguise. Maybe it saved me from the eventual pain and humiliation I’d inevitably encounter down the line when she realized wealth and power were what made her world go round, and that our idealistic fantasy of true love wasn’t all it was chalked up to be. Money doesn’t buy you happiness but love sure as hell isn’t free either.
I finger the locket around her neck, the one that belonged to my mother. “You put this on for me?”
“I never take it off.”
“You playing fucking games with me, Kat?” My voice shakes with the pure force of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I grab her face and squeeze her cheeks hard, yanking her to look right at me.
“I never stopped loving you—”
“LIES!”
I grasp her throat with one hand while I tug down my wet pants with the other to unleash my cock. I’ve been hard as steel for her from the moment my fingers brushed hers on the beach. The weight of her body in my arms was like an element, the most necessary matter to hold onto in this world—like my very survival depended on it.
“Why don’t you put that smart mouth of yours to use for something other than spewing bullshit?”
Her eyes round, and when she opens her mouth to speak, I spit in it. “Whores don’t get to talk. You pay them for their silence. Isn’t that what you are, Kat, a whore? Selling yourself to the highest bidder. You’ll switch cocks and bounce that sweet pussy on the fattest wallet. How much does a fuck go for out here these days?”
I push harder on her throat, letting her know I’m the one with control now. I want her to know she’s nothing to me. It doesn't matter if it’s a lie. I want her to feel what I felt—that her life is in my hands, and if I squeeze a little more, she’ll be dead by those same hands.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab my black leather wallet, pull out five hundred dollars and toss it toward her face while I straddle her.
“This is enough for a blow job? I assume the rates around here are steeper than the Bronx. Or maybe not, you tell me.”
“Fuck you,” she squeaks, her voice strained under the force of my hand.
“Nah, baby doll. You’ve fucked me enough in my life. It’s time, I fuck you.”
Kat vexes me and consumes me, and while I’d take a bullet for her, I’d also cut out and eat her still-beating heart. I oscillate between two extremes with this woman, love and hate, violence and peace, like it’s a matter of life and death.
“Why don’t you show me what a good little cocksucker you’ve grown up to be?”
I move up her body, my massive erection gripped in my hand. When I reach her neck, I yank her head forward with my free hand and trace her mouth with the head of my dick so precum wets her full lips like a gloss. “Good little rich slut. Show me what you can do for me.”
“Heath,” she croaks before I shove my cock into her mouth.
I don’t know if I expect a fight, but what I don’t expect is an incredible fucking blow job. Kat sucks with a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever known, swallowing the length of me down like a pornstar pro, both hands gripping my shaft, tugging my balls. She gags on my length but doesn’t back up, bobbing up and down until strings of saliva slide down her chin. I could bust a nut from a single touch, and I did not expect this level of expertise. Fuck.
Hell, I don’t know what Kat has been up to, but Jesus, I’ll come faster than I did the first time she let me put my hand in her panties.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I yank her hair, forcing her to open them and look at me. “Eyes on me. You don’t look at or think of anything but me, Kat. It’s my cock fucking your mouth. Mine. I know you’re a cock-slut, but I need you to focus on me.”