Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
A grunt leaves me, but I don’t scream. And I have a feeling he was hoping I would.
I’m still fucking furious with him, even if I am being unreasonable, yet my ass raises, begging for more.
“Do you fuck her the same way you fuck me?” I hiss, silently begging for the belt across my ass again.
“Who?”
“Don’t ‘who’ me.” I go to get up, but he holds me down with his boot on my ass, pushing me back into the floor.
“Who, sweetheart?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Why?”
I go to move again and he pushes me back down.
“Because I am anything but sweet.”
He leans down a little.
“To me, you are the sweetest because you taste the sweetest.”
“I bet you said the same to her.”
“I hear jealousy, my sweet, but that’s okay. I can show you why you’re the only one I dream of.” His boot disappears from my ass, and before I can even think to move, his belt cracks over my ass again. I turn over and he offers me a hand to help me up. As I glare up at him, I notice his pants are undone, his cock hard and ready, and his shirt is half undone from our struggle.
“How do you want it? In the ass or in your sweet cunt?” I slap his hand away and stand on my own. He smirks at me. Those eyes twinkle as they stare back at me, full of mischief.
“You aren’t welcome in my ass.”
“I will be, it’s just a matter of time. But for now, I’m happy to take whatever it is you’ll give.” He steps closer to me, the belt still in his hand and a sinister smile on his lips, and I take a step back. “Why, my sweetheart, do you look scared?” His head tilts to the side. “I’d never hurt you. Well, not in a way you didn’t like.”
He winks and pushes me back with one hand, and I land on the bed. He pulls his trousers off followed by his shirt, exposing the scratch marks I left on him last time. He glances down at them. “War wounds. I’d happily go to war with you any time.”
“How romantic,” I reply sarcastically.
My body yearns for him, and all the rage and fury I want to unleash on him, fuck into oblivion.
“I thought so. You didn’t like my presents?” he asks as he crawls over top of me. He spreads my legs with his own and gets down close. He drops the belt and reaches between us, his hand sliding down my stomach and to my clit. “I picked those just for you.” He smiles at me.
“Did you?” I raise my hips, and he pushes inside me, ever so slowly, as his hand leaves my clit.
“I did. Would you like my own jewels?” he asks with a smirk.
“Your jewels?” I scrunch my nose at his words.
“My balls. The family jewels. They’re all yours.”
I roll my eyes. “You can keep them,” I say as my hands move up around his neck, forcing him down to kiss me. I like kissing River Bently, as much as I hate him. He is a damn good kisser, and he knows it. He knows that no matter how much I fight him, I will always give in.
I hate to want him.
And want to hate him.
It’s a tug of war that I’m not winning.
He gives a little thrust, and all the fight in me completely melts away. I give in. Because I want him to make me forget all the bad things. I want to find that pure bliss I know only he can give me.
“There she is,” he says as my arms wrap around his back and I cling on as he fucks me slow and steady.
He’s doing it on purpose—fucking me as if he means it. He wants me to know what power he has over me. And I’m too tired to fight him on it.
My phone rings, and my hands pause their exploration of his back. It’s my brother’s ringtone.
“Ignore it,” he says, and I want to, I really do. I’m almost there, to the place where my mind goes blank and all I can think about is pure bliss.
But that singular ringtone has me pushing at his chest, and he looks at me, confused, but pulls out and rolls off me when I push again. I crawl over him to reach for my phone.
“Alek,” I say into the phone, but he doesn’t answer. Pulling it away from my ear, I see I missed the call. Pressing redial, I call back right away, but he doesn’t answer.
Fuck. When the hell did I start putting River first? I hang my head off the bed as I feel River come up behind me. He rubs a hand down over my spine and then pulls me back to him.