Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“However,” he adds, looking down at me like nothing else in the world exists, “I do want to let you know that you’ll be accompanying me to a fundraising gala.”
I can’t help it. A laugh pushes out of me.
He’s so certain, like stating it will make it so.
And it’s the same thing Roman tried to convince me of earlier, that I’d be obligated to go to this party with him.
“No.” I shake my head, still laughing slightly. “I don’t think so.” Just because he could twist my words, I add, “I know I am most definitely not going to anything of the sort with you.”
As I imagine it, though, showing up with Anton, I want to give in to hysterical laughter at the irony of how I would’ve finally met Anton if I had stayed with Roman and gone with him.
“No, Anton.”
“No?” he challenges, lowering his hand as he erases the gap between us. He’s flush against me, pinning me to the wall. The move is so quick it catches me off guard. His hand slips under my skirt, his hot lips brush over my neck, and I’m too shaken and shocked to react with more than a gasp.
“The last time you seemed to want to tell me no,” he says in a husky whisper as he wastes no time sliding his hand under my skirt, “I wasn’t convinced.”
A strangled grunt escapes me as he pushes his finger into me. Despite how much I know I need to avoid him and resist him, I can’t. My legs part as he forces his knee between them. With his lips hot and wet on my skin, he fingers me with instant familiarity.
Because he knows me. Like this.
Wicked and sinister.
Commanding my pussy to react to his touch.
“Remember?” he taunts as he quickly works me up to the edge of an orgasm. He sucks on my neck. He strokes through my slick folds, then circles my clit until my hips chase his hand. And just like that, in the middle of an alley, he’s pushing me too close to coming. I remember this rush with him. I’ll never forget the thrill of a climax with this man.
“Do you need a reminder of who’s in charge here?” he asks, teasing me as I breathe faster, aching for the relief.
He sucks on my earlobe, hitting that sensitive spot, and I arch my back. “Fuck.”
“I’m in charge, Liliana, and I will always, always…” He drops his mouth to mine, stealing my lips in a deep kiss as I come on his hand. “I will always get what I want.”
I’m stunned by how fast he pulled that from me, overwhelmed and shattered and trembling as pleasure streaks through me. He keeps rubbing me, coaxing me to let him drag out the orgasm. But as he pulls his hand free and licks his fingers, I know what he said isn’t the same as what I know of his son.
Roman has the same attitude. That he can always get what he wants.
Anton isn’t only saying it as a bluff or wishful thinking. He means it. Because as he continues to clean my arousal off his fingers, he steps back and doesn’t hide the erection tenting his pants. He wants me, and he’s convinced he’ll have me—even if it’s in chasing the memories of me and coming in his own hand later.
He’s retreating. But only for now.
I step away, shaky on my legs at first. The farther I hurry down the alley without hearing his footsteps behind me, the more I know he’s giving me space to consider what he’s done and said.
He truly plans to have me, and I’ll fight that every step of the way.
Because I’m not only protecting my own freedom anymore. I refuse to let any man control my life through money, fear, or this baby.
Deep in my mind, though, the fear of him seeing my baby as something of his startles me more.
I ignore my previous temptation to tell him about our child.
If he knows, he’ll insist that this baby be his heir. His future. Something else of his to keep and control.
Shaking my head as tears of frustration well in my eyes, I growl and pick up my pace.
No.
I wipe my cheeks.
I’ll be damned if you think about taking my baby from me.
I clear my throat and sniffle, hating how quickly he manipulated me into coming, like he can keep me as his puppet and make me surrender no matter what I want.
“I’m not going to that gala with you,” I whisper hotly.
“And I’m not letting you ever get close enough to know about this baby.”
As my vow hangs in the air, though, I can’t deny that I’ll be running out of time. I’ll start to show soon, and it’s going to be impossible to keep him from the truth.