Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Jaeger sticks his face close to mine. “Do you want to cum?”
I growl at him.
He just kisses me again and buttons up my jeans. He gathers me in his arms, and I bury my face in his neck.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I groan in answer. I want to cum. I want answers about tonight’s outing, but more than that, I want to cum!
“Love you, bunny,” he murmurs and strokes my curls. I rear back to search his face, but there’s nothing but calm assurance in his expression.
He loves me?
“And you love me.” He sounds sure.
My heart trips over itself. To hide my unsteady breathing, I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at him. “I do?”
“Yes. You do.” He gazes at me with such satisfied assurance I can’t meet his eyes.
“I think you’re being an asshole.” I sound cranky as hell.
“You like that most of all.”
I growl, and he chuckles. Another kiss, and he carries me back to my friends.
“Thank you, ladies. Enjoy your visit,” he tosses over his shoulder as he leaves.
I sit rigid on the couch, pressing my knees together. For a moment, I’m dizzy. My clit is throbbing, screaming for release. If my friends weren’t here, I’d be tempted to risk punishment and squirm out of my jeans to rub one out.
“You okay?” Daria asks.
I press my hands to my cheeks. My skin is burning hot.
I nod slowly.
“Are you sure?” Angel asks. She’s rubbing her tattoo, a knowing look on her face.
Love you. And you love me.
I shake my head.
“Did you ask him about tonight?” Honey asks, breathless. “Is it the ceremony?”
The ceremony… the dress. You’ll come to the party as mine. “I don’t know. He didn’t mention a ceremony, not exactly. We discussed… other things.”
Honey giggles. Even Daria has a smile on her face. They know exactly what went on behind closed doors, and I can’t bring myself to care.
I stare at the front door, wishing Jaeger would return.
He wants to make you his elita.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I tell them.
“Are you in love with him?” Honey asks.
I put my hands on my cheeks. I’m burning up. “He’s Fraternitas.”
“So?” Honey snorts. She starts to say more, and Angel holds out her hand to stop her.
“If he wasn’t in the mafia, would you want him?” Angel is sitting up straight, studying me.
I gnaw on my lower lip. “It doesn’t matter. He won’t let me leave.”
Honey’s eyes go wide, and Daria shakes her head, but Angel doesn’t seem fazed. “Do you want to leave?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are you afraid to stay?” Angel keeps digging. Honey looks from her to me, drinking in the interrogation.
“Gods, Angel.” I blow out a breath. “Maybe.”
“Well then, there’s only one question you need to ask yourself. What would you do if you weren’t afraid?”
I glare at her and then Daria, who’s silent, biting her lip. Be careful.
And all the while, my sex pulses with need. Because deep down, I’m turned on by danger.
Stupid bunny, hopping right up to the wolf.
But it’s more than that. Jaeger is my safe place. Everything he’s done to care for me has lured me in a little bit more.
I need him. I crave him. I want him and want to take care of him. He’s had so little, and yet he’s given me so much.
I want to give him my everything.
And that scares me most of all.
I sink back into the couch, wanting to pull the cashmere throw over my head.
Honey waves as if clearing the air. “Enough of all this. You have a date tonight. I have two hours before my shift. So we’re going to get you ready. Hair, makeup, nails. The works.”
“Okay,” I agree weakly. I may as well do something to take my mind off my aching pussy.
Jaeger shows up right as my friends are leaving. By then, I’m desperate and holding myself together with fraying threads. The sun is sinking, filling the penthouse with golden light.
I hear Angel and Honey greet him at the door and his rumbling reply. Then it shuts, and there’s only the sound of him heading my way. Finally.
I’m on the bed, already dolled up. I put on the dress so they could do my makeup and hair. Honey did something called an “airbrush” effect. Angel even put makeup on my arms, because apparently that’s something people do when their dress is sleeveless. I’m afraid to move in case I mess up all their hard work.
He stops in the doorway, cast in shadow.
My breath comes faster at the sight of him. My pussy is dripping, soaking the gusset of my panties, and my nipples are swollen, ripe berries begging to be plucked.
He’s got me trained. I’m on a hair-trigger, ready for him to fuck me. I need him. Sitting all day, waiting for him to come back and finish what he started, was torture.