Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I say, turning my head back to look up at him. “Fucked, hard.”
Nick Hudson made me. He created the woman I am today. And in that creation, he gave me the thirst for his dick buried in the deepest most intimate of places. I’m nothing more than the monster he created.
With a single thrust, he drives into my tight hole, drawing out yet another cry as his balls slap against my wet cunt. He’s like a jackhammer, pumping in and out of me, his hold on my hips the only thing keeping me from breaking position with the ferocity of his thrusts. It’s merciless and the most incredible feeling I don’t want to ever end. We aren’t making love… this is primal, raw ass fucking at its basest level, and I treasure every single moment.
Nick has pulled the beast out of me, and I want it to remain. Powerful beautiful beast.
I scream his name as I explode with an orgasm that runs within the inner channels of my ass all the way to my pussy. Stars burst beneath my eyelids, my heart pounds so hard I fear it might cease to beat.
Still, he continues, until finally he pushes deep, his hold on my body tightening as he tilts my ass up in order to go just a fraction of an inch deeper. I can feel his cock jerking again and again as he fills me with his cum, can hear his ragged breathing as I mewl, accepting each drop of his seed and then every ounce of his weight as he collapses on top of me.
It’s several moments before he rolls off, turning me over and grinning as he looks down at me.
“Pain and pleasure. Did you get what you needed out of tonight?” he asks, slightly winded.
I press my forehead to his chest and nod. “Best birthday of my life. Thank you for helping me quench my curiosity.” Lowering my dress and running my fingers through my hair, I give a bashful smile as the memories of what occurred forever imprint on my soul. “I should probably go find Sasha. I don’t want her worrying about me.”
Pulling me into an embrace, he kisses me hard before saying, “You don’t need to go back. You know this, right?”
“I do need to go back. I can’t explain why,” I admit, which is the truth. My father hasn’t exactly been welcoming, and I still haven’t processed what my life with the Sidorovs will be, but I need to explore this. I need to see what being a Morelli is like.
“He can’t fill that hole inside of you,” Nick says, not releasing me from his hold.
“It’s more than a hole. I’m broken. I’ve been like this my entire life because I’ve always wondered about the what-ifs. What if I didn’t live without a father? What if I was accepted as one of them? What if I had money, a fancy house, and never having to hustle for a buck ever again. The what-ifs shattered me to pieces. I’m simply trying to figure out how to pick them back up and fix me.”
His arms tighten around me. “You can’t fill the cracks with gold. It doesn’t help.”
“But it’s got to be better than what I’ve had.”
“You’ll soon see that the gold only expands and makes the cracks bigger, wider, full of gaps that even gold can’t fill.”
“Maybe so,” I say softly as I place my hands on his chest. “But I need to see this through. I can’t go back. I can’t be the scared girl who lived to please her neglectful mother. I need to…” I finally break away from his hold. I take a deep breath. “I need to go find Sasha, and head back—” It doesn’t feel right to say home. The mansion is not my home. “I’ve been gone for a while. I don’t want anyone to worry.”
He doesn’t say another word to argue, but I can sense his disappointment in my answer. I’m not telling him what he wants to hear, but I appreciate that he isn’t fighting me or holding on to the happily ever after idea of us. I’m not a princess who gets the romantic ending. I’m me. Just the bastard child who is in search of something… anything.
Nick leads me out of the office and back to the main level. I see Sasha is at the bar with a drink in hand as she’s speaking with Harrison. Her body’s close. He’s leaning in. They don’t exactly look friendly, but they aren’t pulling away. I hear Nick chuckle, and when I look up at him, I can see that he also sees what I do.
“I don’t think Sasha has noticed you’ve gone,” he says.
“My, my,” I hear from behind us. “This is someone I didn’t expect to see.” Nick and I turn to see Cora Pillar standing with a drink in hand and a long cigarette in her gloved hand.