Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I angle my hips to get inside her, then bring my hand between her thighs to rub her clit while I fuck her hard and fast. Her hair fans across my chest as she rocks between my cock and my fingers, seeking her orgasm.
The second she finds it, the pulse of her body spurs my own. I drop my hand to her hips and use her body, fucking into her, relentless until I finally come with a shout against her hair. Once I can feel my fingers again, I ease my hold on her and hug her to my chest.
“What was that?” she asks.
I kiss her hair and pull her entire body flush to mine. “What do you mean?”
“You were behind me, and then you just changed positions suddenly.”
I tilt her chin so I can look into her eyes. “Are you actually complaining right now?”
She shakes her head. “No, of course not. It was just strange.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I drag the top of her dress down so I can cup her breast in my hand. It’s full, and her nipple is tipped and hard. Will they swell when she gets pregnant?
It amazes me how fast I latch onto this idea of her carrying my child. Of her swollen and round with my baby. But then, on its heels, I know there’s one more step in between before it can become a reality. Before she can grow my child in her womb, she needs to become my wife.
I run my lips down her cheek and take her mouth in a heated kiss. Delving my tongue between her lips to taste all of her. She moans, and I break away from her mouth and continue running my lips down her jawline to her neck. I deliver a little nibble at the column there and enjoy the way she wiggles away from me.
“No, princess. No matter how far you run, I’ll always be able to find you. You’ll never escape me.”
She relaxes into me. “You know you sound like a creeper when you talk like that.”
I spank her ass again, and I laugh as she shifts away, trying to outrun the pain that’s already blooming.
“A creeper, really?”
She rolls in my arms, her dress bunching around our legs. “Hey, you’re the one giving me these openings.”
I shake my head. “When did you get so lippy? Do you need another punishment already?”
She huffs against my lips. “No, I don’t think I could handle another one. I’ll behave.”
I bring our hips together and enjoy the way she closes her eyes as she relaxes into me again. “I doubt you’ll ever behave, but as long as you remember you’re mine, that’s all I need. The rest, you’ll learn.”
14
Celia
I feel different today. It’s not just the ebbing soreness from our escapades in the hallway. But something else. A lightness in my chest that is new.
We haven’t settled anything between us because neither of us has brought up the topics he refuses to talk about. And I know I should push for it, but I fear pushing him too far.
I close my eyes and let out a long exhale. If I have to admit it, I don’t want to lose this. I don’t think he’ll go back to treating me the way he did before, but I also love the way he touches me. And I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the only woman in the entire world.
Today he’s allowed me in the library alone. The balcony doors are open, and I’m standing at the entrance, letting the breeze wash over me. The air is warm and carries the scent of flowers, although I haven’t seen any from my limited view of the property.
My mind automatically goes back to the last time I was here, and Nic took me on the grass. Claiming me, as he continues to do, every time we have sex.
That’s something else I love about his treatment of me. He is fearless; if he wants something, he takes it. And while that hasn’t always worked out in my favor, it does now when he’s determined to give me more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
But it isn’t just pleasure. He also touches me with a reverence that leaves me in awe.
I walk back into his office and glance at the desk, remembering the time he used my body. It was our first sexual encounter, and I hated him then. It seems like forever ago, even though only a few weeks have passed.
Memories of his body behind mine flood my head, his dick tucked between my thighs. The entire affair had been visceral, messy, almost dehumanizing… but it wasn’t. At least not looking back at it.
It seems my body and my brain have gone on a strike together, and all because the big brute tweaked some nerve endings in a pleasurable way. He might be as insane as he is gorgeous, but there’s no way I’m going to fall for him.