Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Is he OK?”
“He will be. I’m going to call the doctor and get him over here. He can look at you first, then deal with our guest after I speak to him again.”
She frowns, clearly still thinking I’m taking this too far, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. “We need to talk.”
I nod. “And you need to eat. Let me cook something for you.”
“No.” She folds her arms across her chest, glaring in a way that makes my cock jump to attention. Damn, she’s sexy when she’s mad. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I would never lie to you, angel.” I say it as plainly as I can, stepping across the room, coming up alongside her. I keep my eyes on hers all the time, letting her see the honesty. “I never would. I don’t know what happened today, but if you tell me—”
“Naomi said to tell you she stopped by.” She glares, stepping back as I reach for her. “And my dad isn’t in the Volos ward. That’s only for Volos family members, as I was told when I tried to call him.”
“What? No, baby, that’s not right.”
“I should be there with him right now, instead of hiding out here because someone shot at me and you have my coworker locked in the basement.”
She turns as if she might go right there, but I’m not about to let her out of my sight. In an instant, I have her wrapped in my arms as she struggles.
“Let me go, you animal!”
“Never.” I growl, and then I do something that shocks us both.
I slap her ass.
It’s not even hard, but I’ve never thought about something like that before. Not only have I never had any interest in any woman other than her, I’ve never even considered her in that way, as an object of pure sexual need. No romance, just desire. But in that moment it feels right. It’s what she needs and it’s what I want.
After a surprised pause, she starts to thrash against my arm, but things have changed. I know I’ve been too soft on her, that what she needs isn’t my guilt and remorse over the way I treated her all those years ago, but a man who can take care of the person she is now.
I lift her up off the floor, my arm around her middle beneath those shapely fucking tits, and grunt as I head through to the bedroom.
“Where are you taking me? Let me down, right now. Ody!”
“It’s Oz now.” I say as I throw her down on the bed, face down. She tries to roll over, but I grab her legs and hold her in place.
“Stop! I’ll scream. I mean it!”
“You think the neighbors haven’t heard screams from this place before? They know to ignore them. Nobody gets on the wrong side of me, baby. Nobody. Not even you. So scream all you like.”
She stays silent, perhaps stunned by the change in me. But without warning, I grab the hem of her wrap dress and pull it up. Her round little ass looks so good split in two by the string of her white cotton thong, I even hesitate for a moment, just mesmerized by her beauty.
“You wear this for me?” I ask, running a finger through the cleft of her butt cheeks, against the white line of the thong. “Were you thinking of me when you put it on? Thinking of me touching you, ripping it off, licking you out?”
Her breathing is quick, fluttery. When she doesn’t answer, I thrust my hand between her legs, hearing her mumble against the bed as I cup her pussy. Then I start to laugh.
“Naughty girl, you’re all wet. Is that what I do to you?”
“No! I wore them for my boyfriend. I’m thinking about him.”
“Really? Who is he?” I’m grinning. I know she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Not unless you count me. “Tell me his name and I’ll rip him in half.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?”
“I would if there was someone. But there isn’t. This is all mine.”
“I hate you, Oz Vo—!”
Her words turn to a mewl of pain and ecstasy as I pinch her clit between my fingertips, her body writhing against the bed. I press the heel of my palm into her cunt and she groans with need. She’s soaked through, I can smell it now as I move my hand back and forth.
Then I bring my other palm down hard on her ass.
“Ow! You ani…maaaaal…” She almost purrs the end of the word as I continue massaging her sweet little pussy. “You damned animal…” she moans, squeezing her legs together against my hand.
“You’ll always be my angel, Malta,” I tell her. “But sometimes you’re a little demon. I like both, I have to tell you, but demons get pain along with their pleasure.”