Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“Kaz.” I blinked. “I know you didn’t tell me some crazy father-daughter story to support my letting you drink from me—”
“Every day, mysh.”
“Kaz—”
“Every day, before you leave the bed and begin your day.”
I widened my eyes.
“When I wake up in the morning, I want you to stuff a nipple in my mouth—”
“And if I don’t—”
“Then, I will cry. Very loudly—”
“Oh my God.” I laughed. “You better not.”
Kaz leaned in, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with a potent blend of mischief and desire. “Try me.”
I shook my head.
More laughter bubbled out of me. The kind that made my ribs ache and my eyes water.
Smart and seasoned, the guards in the hallway placed their backs to us and took more steps away. They clearly knew how freaky their boss could get.
I grinned. “Something is really wrong with you, Kaz.”
“And you are stuck with me.” He pressed me deeper into the plush wall.
The velvet smoothed against my skin.
His body was hard against mine, fitting together as if we were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that had been separated for too long.
His voice was husky as he leaned in further, his breath skipping across my skin and sending shivers down my spine. “I am so thirsty for your milk that I cannot even wait long enough to take you in the back.”
I murmured, “Nasty man.”
His fingers traced over my cheekbone, down my neck, dancing over my delicate collarbones before drifting lower. His touch was light, feather-like, sparking little fires within my core.
I deliciously shivered under his fingers.
“I am not a nasty man, as you say. I simply have eccentric needs.”
“No, Kaz. You are kinky as fuck.”
“That too. We will be exploring all of the kinks one by one.”
“Not all of them.”
“Probably all of them.” A dark chuckle left him. “You would be surprised what I would allow you to do to me.”
I quirked my brows. “Hmmm. So. . .you wouldn’t mind a little pegging.”
“You putting something in my ass?” This dangerous flicker hit his eyes. “Are you sure you want to try that with a lion?”
“Probably not. Might get clawed.”
“Just a fair warning, little mouse.” His fingers finally stopped their journey downward, resting on the swell of my breasts. His eyes held a smoky quality as they met mine. “Do you now understand your new duty?”
It was impossible to argue with that look in his eyes.
I licked my lips, half defeated and half thrilled by the prospect. “Yes, Kaz. I understand.”
“Good.” He swiftly pulled down the top of my dress and then my bra, revealing the nursing pads stuck to my nipples. They were simple, round pieces of soft, white cotton.
For several seconds, he stared at the pads with a heavy and piercing gaze. Then, he twisted his features into an angry scowl. “What is this?”
I chuckled. “Nursing pads.”
“What are you doing to my nipples?”
“They are actually my nipples—”
“Not anymore.” He poked at the pads. “Why would you do this?”
“Since Emilio doesn’t drink a lot from my breasts anymore, my nipples tend to leak—”
“That is a good thing—”
“Kaz, I don’t want to be in the center of the strip club with milk spilling out in front of my dress—”
“That is exactly what I want.” That scowl hardened.
“Would you relax?”
His gaze bore into mine. “Never put these on again. I want to see the milk wetting the front of your dress, shirt, blouse, I don’t care—”
“Kaz, you’re tripping—”
“I want to pull down your dress and see that white liquid coat your skin and trickle down from your hard brown nipples.” Hot desire roared in his eyes. “My cock is growing just thinking of the sight.”
I swallowed hard, feeling this wild need stir within me.
“Very naughty mouse.” His fingers began to slowly peel the nursing pads from my nipples.
For some reason, a moan just escaped me.
What was it?
Did it have something to do with the way the pads pulled at my nipples as he pulled them off?
Or was it all that insane hunger raging in his eyes as he stared at my breasts?
A dark groan left him, making my pussy wet.
Cool air brushed my nipples.
His gaze never left mine as he slung the pads onto the floor. “Much better.”
I licked my lips.
He brought his hand up to one of my breasts and traced the fleshy swell, carefully avoiding the tight brown nipple that awaited his mouth. “So beautiful.”
He was breathtaking—like a lion in the wilderness, fierce in his need.
I shivered. “Suck it.”
“Oh.” A wicked smirk hit his face. “Now suck it?”
I bit my lip.
“The question is. . .do you deserve it.”
“I do.”
“Hmm.” His fingers brushed my nipple and I gasped.
A wicked grin curved his lips as he brought his mouth closer to my now exposed breasts. His warm breath was a tantalizing tease against my tingling skin.
“Kaz. . .”