Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
The pressure intensifies until I’m jackhammering into her drenched, clenching pussy, bellowing in pain, and then I’m tossed overboard into a bottomless ocean, pitched side to side by wave after wave of pleasure. I grind down and get my cock right up against her womb, calling her name hoarsely as the seed pumps out of me, the gradual relief wracking me in shudders, my balls high, tight, pulsing, rejoicing at finally being empty.
It goes on forever, until I know I’ve coated her womb more than once and I collapse beside her limp body. Once I’ve recovered enough to get a decent breath, I pull her into my arms, close as I can get her.
“I’m sorry about the tantrum,” she whispers against my shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll have any more now.”
“That would be a shame now that we know how to stop them.”
I feel her mouth curve into a smile. “You like…all of me, don’t you, Damian?”
“Like.” I shake my head and pull her tighter to my chest, letting her hear the wild riot of my heart. “No. I love all of you, Arya.” Finding the robe, I secure it around her shoulders and belt it, carrying her from the room against my chest. “Let me show you how much.”
5
Arya
There are pictures of me in every room of the house.
And most of them were taken through my old bedroom window.
In some of them, I’m working on my laptop. In others, I’m reading in bed with very little clothing on. Occasionally, as Damian carries me through the house, we come across pictures that consist of nothing but the curve of my elbow, her slope of my bottom, my lips, the triangle of underwear between my thighs. And when we reach his office, I’m completely nude in every single snapshot.
“I used to imagine you knew I was watching. That you were undressing just for me, putting on a show and letting me look, trying to convince me to come and get you.” He exhales into my hair. “I almost gave in so many times. Especially when you seemed sad. I hated it.”
I’m a levelheaded girl. I know I’m supposed to be worried by Damian’s clear obsession with me, but I’ve been obsessed with him for more than half my life. Even when I couldn’t see him, I knew he was there. I’ve depended on him. When I was alone and scared, his invisible presence made me feel safe and nothing has changed. I’m not surprised by the pictures, because all along, I sensed him watching me.
Walking through this place that houses the proof I wasn’t crazy all this time?
It’s more comforting than I could ever imagine.
And with every step through this beautiful house, my affection for him deepens and pushes out at the sides until I wonder if it’ll ever settle. Ever stop multiplying.
When we reach the orange grove, I know for sure it won’t.
There are a dozen trees under a glass dome and it’s hot and humid inside. But even as dew begins to prickle on my skin, all I can do is marvel. “How did you do this?” I ask, wiggling until he reluctantly sets me on my feet. “Orange trees on Long Island…”
He nods at the thermostat on the wall, then goes back to watching me vigilantly from beneath his eyelids. “It’s temperature controlled. And I have the soil shipped in from Florida.”
I take a huge whiff of the air and wrap my arms around myself giddily. “It smells like you, Damian.”
“It smells like us,” he says in a gruff voice, circling around the back of me, his intense regard making my spine tingle. “Arya, I have to speak with you about something important.”
“Okay…” I draw out, laughing nervously. “You can talk to me about anything.”
Even while rescuing me from a sniper and blackmailing my father, Damian was cool as a cucumber. For the first time, he actually seems like his composure it slipping. “I’m worried…” He shifts his stance. “I’m worried you’ll run from me.”
“I would never,” I whisper.
If possible, his eyes grow even more grave. Intense. “I grew up poor. I only got half an education because I was too busy working to support my family. But that day I met you on the subway steps, I knew I had to find a way to claw my way up. You made me believe I could and I wanted you to be proud of me, as crazy as that sounds. You were only a child.” He pauses. “I vowed to protect you from that day on, but then…ah, sweetheart, then you grew up and the need to prove myself, to build my fortune, it got a lot more urgent. It wasn’t just that I adored you, now I had to make you my wife or I’d go fucking insane. So I clawed. And that involved…killing. Contract killing at first. And then I started hiring my own guys. Started hiring them out for protection when they weren’t completing contracts. Then I expanded into gambling. This house was built with illegal money, but I can’t regret a single second. I can’t, because you’re here now and I’d do it all over again. You are mine. You’ve always been mine.”