Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I like that about her.
I like a fucking lot about her.
My name slips from her lips when my hand trails its way down from between her breasts to her sweet, sweet fuckable pussy.
I’m not going to lie and say I feel nothing for this woman. She’s the first woman ever, who has made me feel wanted. To feel wanted by someone that you also want is something I’ve never experienced. Yes, I have been wanted before. Women will drop to their knees with their need for me. But I have never wanted them in the same way or even in the same realm as I want this woman who’s tied to my chair as she lets slip moans of my name.
I fucking hated my name before her.
Nothing existed before her.
And hopefully, there will never be a fucking after her.
I can’t wait any longer. I touch her clit as my hand slides down, and then even lower until my fingers dip into her heat.
I know her taste.
I dream of her fucking taste.
So, when my fingers slide in and slide out, and she keeps on moaning, I pull them away. She groans in protest at the loss, which only forces a smile to touch my lips.
“What’s the matter, Theadora?” I tease.
Her eyes fly open, and as they do, I lean in fast, my lips capturing hers. When I pull away, I take the two fingers that were inside of her and place them in her mouth. She sucks on them, and as she does, my cock hardens so much it’s painful. Pulling them away and placing them in my mouth, I can still taste her.
She smiles as I drop to my knees and she watches as my head lowers between her legs, pushing her even farther apart until she is open for me like an all you can eat fucking buffet. If I were to die here, I would be a happy fucking man. What a way to go.
The first stroke of my tongue has her hips bucking, and I have to hold her tight, my hands on her hip bones to keep her in place as my tongue works it’s magic between her legs. She moans, and I slide my tongue all the way down and dip it inside her entrance, tasting her even more before I go back up to circle her clit.
“Atlas.”
It’s a plea, and I know exactly what she needs. Removing one hand from her hip, I insert two fingers inside her, fucking her with my hand and tasting her with my mouth.
It’s not long before she comes hard with words of profanity leaving her mouth. Maybe I’ll fuck that dirty mouth of hers later. One thing I know for sure, tonight has only just gotten started.
Now I have her, I’ll be a fool if I let her go.
Chapter Twenty
Theadora
I can’t move my body, not just because my hands are tied behind my back. No, it’s because the pressure of his hands on my hips are keeping me in place. It’s because no one touches me, fucks me, or devours me the way Atlas Hyde does. He makes me lose all sense. All form of reality leaves me when it’s just us two.
What does that say about us?
Somehow, I keep on finding my way back to him.
Granted, he’s always kidnapping me. And a part of me—a very small part of me—also likes that fact. I’ve never been wanted by a man as powerful or as good looking as Atlas.
He doesn’t only darken my world, he also brightens it.
But when you have too many skeletons in your closet like he does, can they stay buried?
He stands, removes his clothes, and I let my head drop back. I don’t need to see him undress, I’m already fighting my want for him, trying hard to keep it under control. And we all know that this man was put on the earth to tempt women, and it’s really not fair.
“Theadora.”
I lift my head and watch as he steps behind me, undoes the binding that holds my hands together, and grips my throat. He holds me where I am and kisses me. I can taste myself, but I can also taste him.
Atlas pulls away and takes two steps so he’s standing next to me. “Can you walk, or should I carry you?” he asks, looking down at me. “I must say if I carry you, I’m afraid we may not make it to the bedroom.”
He smirks, and I fight the urge to smile back.
Pushing up from the chair, my head spins.
Fuck! I’m glad I ate, otherwise I would have fallen straight back on my ass. But of course, he’s right, and now because my stomach is full, I’m not feeling sick or light-headed.
He strides in the direction of his bedroom, but my feet halt, wondering if I should turn back now and leave. But as I watch his ass move, I know I’m not going to go with that option. I’m going to take option B, and I’m going to follow him into his room, and I’m going to fuck him. Because for just one night, I have forgotten about everything outside these four walls.