Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“How?”
He grabs his drink again. “I knew everything about you before you even knew I existed.”
Standing from his chair, he looks down at me and I look up at him, my eyes crossing slightly at the angle. Pulling my bottom lip into my mouth, I run my eyes down his long massive body and then stop near his zipper.
I need to touch him.
Reaching up, I press the palm of my hand against his chest, and his eyes close in response. Standing to my feet slowly, I unbutton his dress shirt with one pop at a time. Just as I hit the final button, his eyes slam open, straight onto mine, with fire burning deep inside of them. He drops his forehead down to my own before kissing me, his soft lips pressing against mine. He’s a great kisser. Usually, he’s raw, rough, and there’s always a lot of tongue but this one is tender. Still a lot of tongue and still rough, but the pace of his tongue massaging mine is slower. I lose control slightly, moaning into his mouth while wrapping my arms around his neck. He palms my ass, gripping my cheek tightly while grinding me into his massive bulge. I grind against it until a low groan escapes him and he’s picking me up off the ground. My legs wind around his waist all while we never break out of our intimate kiss. Then the kissing turns frantic, desperate. He steps forward until my back collides against the wall, my head hitting the glass with a thud. Gripping my breast from under my dress, he tears my dress off of my body and throws it to the ground before ripping my bra off and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“For the record, I didn’t plan this…” he smirks, hooking his finger into my panties and yup you guessed it, tearing the suckers right off.
Stepping backward, while taking all of my nakedness in, he smirks. Now, I don’t know the full details of why he married me, I mean, I know it has to do with my dad and making my life miserable, but right now, he’s not succeeding with the miserable side—in fact, I’m getting rather annoyed at how something nudges in my chest every time he looks at me with his hungry predatory glare.
“Fuck me,” I blurt out before I dive headfirst into feelings I don’t particularly want to so much as test the waters with right now.
He drops to his knees, tossing my leg over his shoulder and blows on my clit until my back is arching off the wall and my wetness dripping down my inner thigh. “After I’ve eaten.”
Coming down slightly with sweat dripping off my skin, I feel my eyes getting drowsy and heavy. Leaning against the glass wall while clutching his suit jacket around my naked body, I watch as he gets up from the floor butt naked and saunters toward the bar, taking out a couple of bottled waters from the fridge. I take that time to tilt my head and watch his perfect ass flex with each step. Then he’s frontal, his gigantic heavy dick right there as he comes back to me with a smug grin on his face, tossing a bottle at me. His usually perfectly styled hair is sitting all messy and unruly on the top of his head and his abs are glistening against the dim bar light. The sun has far since set and now the sky is filled with bright stars that are twinkling over us.
Bryant leans against the wall beside me, taking a gulp of water.
I laugh. “So much for twenty-one questions.”
He swallows. “Well, we got to four.”
“True…” I shake my head. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with someone who hates me, though.” There’s a long pause. I didn’t mean it to sound like I was sad about it, or that I even cared, but the fact that my stupid fucking filter didn’t do me a solid when it should have and now Bryant is going to think that out of those four questions, that was the one that got to me, yeah, that fact annoys me.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Then he pauses. Well, he’s always honest, I have to give him that. “I don’t want to hate you, Isa.” He pushes off the wall and stands directly in front of me with each hand on either side of my head, caging me in. He’s so close that I can feel his bulge pressing against my belly. He looks between each of my eyes, his eyebrows pulled in slightly. “Hate is an easy feeling for me to embrace. I feed off of it. Better I feel something, even if it is hate.”
“I get it.” I shake my head, hanging my head slightly. The first time since this whole thing started, I feel a tone of different emotions running wild inside of me. “I deserve it too, I guess.”