Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Now you’re mine,” I say, stroking my cock as her knees spread wide. Her hands reach up, palms pressing to the creaky headboard. I sink inside of her with a sigh, filling her, stretching her wide and kiss her lips, nibbling her nipples and throat.
“Now I’m yours,” she moans.
“Every inch.” Thrust, thrust. “Every curve.” Thrust. “Every time you moan, it’s mine.” Thrust, thrust, thrust.
The bed shakes wildly as I fuck her, mindless and desperate. This right here, this is all that matters. I fill her to the brim, cock driving deep into her soaked pussy.
“Fuck, Brenden,” she gasps, arching into me. I lick her stiff nipples, palming her full tits as my fingers dig into her hips. “God, I want more.”
“Take it all baby.” Thrust. “Take me deep.” Thrust. “Take me until you scream.” Thrust.
I wrap a hand around her neck and fuck her hard. She cries out, loving it, mouth hanging open, tongue rolling out. I fuck her harder, losing my mind in the animal heat of taking my wife’s body and giving her pleasure. I grind into her until the headboard slams into the wall with a sharp rhythmic pulse and her hips raise up, rocking back into me, greedy for every big inch I can give her.
She screams as the orgasm rips into her. I want her to break and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s the reason I’m still alive and she’s the reason I won’t let go. I bite her shoulder as I come, pumping between her legs, spilling myself inside of her. I shiver and groan, whispering her name.
“All mine, Tallie.”
“All yours.” Her fingers comb through my hair. She’s smiling happily. “But don’t steal from my family again.”
“Only if I have to.” I hold onto her tightly, not ready to let go.
There’s work to do—a lot of work—but we have some time, and we might as well use it the only way that matters.
CHAPTER 23
TALIN
Ilean against the sun-scraped pale stoop and squint down the block into the darkness. “This can’t be right,” I say. The sun set an hour ago and the streetlights are barely flickering.
“Trust me, it’s right.” Brenden’s trying hard not to smirk and doing a real bad job of it. “You’ve never been to Pigtown before?”
“No, I’ve never been—“ I punch him in the arm. He grunts and laughs. “Don’t make fun of me, dickhead.”
“It’s fun to be reminded how much of a rich, sheltered girl you are.”
“And it’s great to be reminded of your general dickish demeanor.”
“Ouch.” He rubs his shoulder, his smile fading. “But seriously, look around. Pigtown’s not what it used to be.”
I see what he means. The houses aren’t in amazing shape, but they aren’t terrible either. There’s an organic grocery on the corner next to a hipster-looking tattoo shop. About a dozen BMWs are parked along the curb. People loiter nearby, none looking worried or in much of a hurry, the total opposite of the worst sections of this city.
As if I know much about those places.
To be fair, Brenden’s right, I am rich and sheltered. It isn’t my fault, but it’s still true. I’ve barely wandered around my own city, which is why it’s so much worse, finding out that my little brother has.
“How long has he been doing this?” I ask as we start walking down the block.
“A couple years that we know of. I bet he started small though. Probably made connections in that fancy private school you all went to.”
“It’s hard to imagine Sam around here, you know?”
“I have a feeling there’s a lot about Sam you haven’t seen.” He takes my hand and holds it tightly. I don’t think he’s being protective, more trying to be comforting, and that makes the gesture land even harder.
“He was always so charming, you know?” I think back to the young Sam, the teenager who was constantly getting into minor trouble. “I swear Papa got a call from the principal at least once a week, but nothing ever came of it.”
“You want to be the administrator to toss a Sarkissian kid out?”
“No and Sam definitely used our name to his advantage in ways none of us did. He used to sell candy from his backpack in elementary school. One time he got caught stealing test keys from the teacher’s lounge. Can you imagine?”
“He’d probably been selling those too.”
“Absolutely. He loves having some scheme going on.” I smile to myself, but it’s a bittersweet feeling, knowing how that led him to this place. “Do you think he knows? How bad it’s gotten?”
“I’m sure he does. He was the one who put those documents in that safe. He knows it’s only a matter of time before they’re used against him.”
“So why not run? Why not do something?”
“What can he do?” Brenden wraps an arm across my shoulders. “I guarantee he has plans, but for now, he’s stuck waiting.”