Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
My lips twist in a half-smile of my own. “I didn’t say that.”
She sighs again and shakes her head, capitulating. “Okay,” she allows. “I’ll wear the dress you bought for me.” Her chin lifts. “I’m not going to let my past get in the way of our relationship. That’s all behind me now, and I won’t allow my family to control me anymore. I definitely won’t let them be the cause of an argument between us.”
I brush a kiss over her forehead. “That’s my stubborn pet,” I praise.
She laughs again, a sound of forgiveness. “It’s only okay when I say it.”
“It’s a compliment,” I assure her. “I meant it when I said I want all of you. Your sweetness and your stubbornness. I want everything.”
She sways toward me. “You have me,” she promises. “I want all of you too.”
“Done.” I seal my vow with a kiss, proving to her that I will honor the gift of her trust.
Our kiss deepens, and her breath quickens in between strokes of my tongue against hers. I tug the tie on her robe, and it falls open. She’s only wearing a tiny scrap of white lace that barely covers her pussy.
My possessiveness surges, a carnal, primal hunger that overwhelms rational thought. I fist the delicate panties in both hands and tear them off her, revealing my pretty, pink cunt. This is all mine.
I grind my fingers against her clit, and I find that she’s already wet for me. She cries out into my mouth, and I force a quick, brutal orgasm from her. Already, I know the exact way to touch her to make her come undone.
Her fingers bite into my upper arms, clinging to me as she greedily takes all of the pleasure I coax from her perfect body.
She whimpers, a pitiful plea for mercy that only enhances my cruel desire. Her clit is oversensitive from the ruthless treatment, but I’m not done with her yet.
I push two fingers into her tight sheath and stimulate her in the way she likes best. At the same time, I circle her clit with my thumb. My other hand tweaks her nipples, drawing out her pleasure with a fresh bite of pain.
My perverted pet moans and shakes, and she starts to grind herself against my palm.
As suddenly as I began, I withdraw, leaving her on the edge of release.
She lets out a delightful sound that’s somewhere between an indignant shriek and a cry of loss.
I keep her locked in my cruel gaze as I lift her ruined panties to my face and inhale the scent of her arousal.
My cock is almost painfully hard, but we don’t have time for me to use her to slake my lust. If I’m going to be denied, so will she. We’ll both suffer through this wedding, but she’ll be desperate for me by the end of the night. Her submission is so much sweeter when she’s needy and begging for my merciful touch.
Her soft lips form a tempting O shape as she watches me shove the panties into my pocket. I’ll keep my trophy close, and we’ll both know what I’m thinking about every time I casually slip my hand into my pocket during the wedding.
I trace her lips with my tongue and claim one more kiss before I spin her around and deliver a sharp slap to her ass.
“Get ready, pet. You’ll get your reward later.”
Her indignant huff is entirely ruined by her flushed cheeks. My mocking laugh draws a light shiver from her, and I’m completely enamored with her responses to me.
We had our first disagreement, but I managed to soothe her without too much fuss. Abigail will wear the dress I bought for her, and we’ll never have the same argument about money again. My sweet pet will let me take care of her, just as I’ve always wanted.
I’m a selfish bastard, and she still wants me.
You have me. Her promise rings through my mind. I want all of you too.
I’m so savagely pleased at her submission to my will that I don’t stop to think how much I’ve surrendered to her in return.
26
ABIGAIL
Dread is a lead weight in my stomach as we drive through the familiar gates of Montgrove Plantation.
Why didn’t I think to ask Dane where the wedding would take place?
“What’s wrong?” He touches my chilled cheek, attuned to my shifting moods as always.
I turn pleading eyes on him but keep my voice low. I don’t want the driver to hear the tone of panic that I’m struggling to suppress.
“I didn’t realize that your friend is Meadows Coatesworth.”
I should’ve realized. It’s not exactly a common first name, and Charleston is a small place when it comes to local families.
Dane’s heavy brows draw together. “Do you know him?”
Nausea tightens my gut, and I swallow hard against the burn at the back of my throat.