Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Look at yourself. What do you see?”
“What?” I scan my image in the mirror, then my eyes catch his. “I don’t under—”
“It’s simple. Tell me what you see.”
I return to my own reflection. I don’t know why he’s doing this. Maybe it’s his way of reminding me who I am. Who he is. I’m nothing compared to what he can have.
“I see a boring girl with nothing to offer. Is that what you want me to say?”
He rolls his hips, presses the front of his chest into my back sending shivers down my spine. “No, I want you to stop being childish and tell me what you really see.”
“I am telling you,” I say, my voice laced with annoyance. What does he want me to say? “What? You want me to say I’m plain? I have nothing you could possibly want or find attractive? God, I’m probably just a huge joke to you—whoa!”
Damien’s hands wrap around my hips, his rough grip searing into my skin. With force, he jerks my butt into him. He’s hard. My cheeks light with color as the feel of his dick presses between my butt cheeks. The slow buzz begins to spark at the heat building inside my belly. I can’t help the way my body comes alive whenever he touches me. It makes me feel wanted. The way his hands envelop around me make me feel I’m all his. Slowly, his head dips, and his warm breath hits the base of my neckline. “I don’t think you understand what I’m asking, so I’m going to point it out for you.” One hand releases and he drags his open palm up my back. My breath catches, unsure what’s happening. His large hand reaches my shoulder and brushes my hair away. His fingers latch around my thin shirt and pull the material away, exposing my bare skin.
“See this part of you? Your skin is smooth and pale, like porcelain. Perfect canvas for any man to mark you. A man like myself.” His lips find my skin. His mouth is gentle as he sucks on my flesh. He then pulls away, leaving a red mark in place of his mouth.
His hand is on the move again, fingers trailing up my neck and brushing along my lower lip. “These lips…if I were a better man, I would only confess that your smile gets my dick hard. But I can’t deny what these lips can do. The image of them wrapped around my cock…it’s fucking beautiful.” He presses down on my lip, causing them to part. His hand moves up the side of my cheek until his fingers thread through my hair. He gets a good grip on my hair and tugs, forcing my head to pull back. Bringing his lips to my ear, he continues. “There is nothing plain about the way your silky hair feels wrapped around my fingers. The thought of what it does to me to take control of you, ride you, fuck you…it makes me want to bend you over and fuck you right here, in front of this mirror, just so you can really see.”
His mouth wraps around the bottom of my ear and nips at my lobe. He sucks a bit harder than he did to my shoulder while his fingers are still locked to my roots. He pulls back a bit more, extending my neck. My head falls on his shoulder, and I close my eyes, lost in the way he’s making me feel. The visual he’s created causing my skin to flush.
He pushes himself into me again. If possible, he feels even larger against me. I’m trapped under his hold. His spell. His words that make me feel more powerful than I ever thought possible. “Do you finally see? Just how beautiful you are?”
My body is on fire, needing him to show me with his hands. I shake my head. I’m not beautiful. I’m nothing. “Why are you doing this?” I ask bluntly. It’s the question everyone’s dying to know—especially me. “We both know I’m not your type. I have no experience. Shit, I’m not even worth the trouble.”
Damien removes his left hand from my hip and brings it to my front. He cups my sex just long enough for me to squirm under his touch.
“You are very correct, Ms. Stone.” His hand travels up, past my navel, over my ribcage, until his large hand cups my right breast. “You’re nothing like what I normally indulge in, nor have I any idea what’s gotten into me to think this is a good idea.” My stomach drops at his confession. This isn’t starting off as good for my ego. “I should’ve sent you on your way the first night you stumbled into my club.” Don’t cry. Don’t cry, I beg myself, hoping I can save the shame of my tears for when I’m alone. “But you’ve captured my attention. Even more so, my appetite for curiosity. And you’ve made me extremely ravenous.”