Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” I command as I wrap my hand around her throat and give a slight squeeze.
She opens her eyes and looks into mine through our reflection. I pump harder and faster as we lock gazes. She lifts onto her toes, trying but failing to escape me.
I look down at her breasts in the mirror as they jiggle from each thrust. She tries to reach back to hold me off, but I keep going. Reaching between her legs to rub her clit, I look her in the eyes once again.
“Do you want me to stop? Have you had too much?”
She shakes her head frantically. “No, please don’t stop.”
“Good answer because I’m nowhere near done.”
I smile at her wickedly as I freeze my hand over as I hold my fingers against her clit and keep fucking her from behind.
“Holy fuck,” she screams.
I lift the same iced-over hand to her breast and run it against her nipple. I’m so fucking hard inside her, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Grabbing hold of her hair, I tug her head back and lick up the side of her neck to her ear, making sure to cool my tongue against her heated skin. Her sweat tastes like candy. Not able to help myself, I pull out and turn her, lifting her onto the table before dropping to my knees again.
“Christ, baby, I get it,” she calls out as I bury my face into her core and begin to eat her like the delicious snack she is.
She runs her fingers through my hair and tugs. I groan and hum as her juices flow into my mouth. With my hand, I rub her until she squirts.
“No, baby. I don’t think you do, but you will.”
Just Alike
“Papi, I’m not in New York right now,” I say into the phone.
“Since when?”
“I haven’t been there for a few days. I think it’s been about a week since we’ve been gone.”
“We?”
I sigh and laugh. “Yes, Papi. We. Ardan and I are taking a vacation.”
“I knew I liked that guy. I can’t remember the last time you willingly took a vacation. You usually have to fall sick or something to sit your butt down and take off from work,” Mack laughs into the phone.
“Yeah, I know. I’m looking to change that when I get back.”
“I must be dreaming. I have to be. Does this mean I’m going to get to walk you down the aisle some day soon?”
“Phew, you’re jumping that cart before the barrel. I would have to be proposed to in order to be planning a wedding. I don’t think that’s in my future.”
“Why not?” Papi says into the phone while Ardan mind-links me the same.
I look at Ardan and shrug. He rolls his eyes and frowns at me then gets up to leave the room. I look after him with my mouth hanging open.
“Is marriage not a biker thing?” Mack asks, bringing me from my thoughts.
“I … Um. I’ve never asked.”
“So, how do you know he wouldn’t propose?”
“True story, Papi. I think I might be wrong. It’s all so complicated.”
“Can I give a little advice?”
“Yeah, I’m listening.”
“Talk to him. Ask him his intentions and plans for your future. You may find he wants more than you think. I wish I communicated more when I had my opportunity.”
“Thanks, Papi. I think you might be right.”
As I listen to Mack continue to talk, Kenji walks into the lounge room I’m sitting in. He gives me a smile and takes a seat across from me. That feeling in the pit of my stomach awakens as it always does when he enters the room.
“Papi, I need to go. I’ll call you when we get back to New York.”
“Be good, sport. I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
I hang up and stare back at Kenji. I’m still cautious of him even though he’s been nothing but kind. He sits with such stillness and his gaze is razor sharp.
Suddenly, he moves his hands in a gesture as if he’s placing a napkin in his lap, ready to eat. Then he places his hands on his knees. The action is slow and methodical.
I can’t help feeling like he’s just started some type of spell for one of his illusions. Telling myself to relax, I take a deep breath and remain quiet.
“You have no desire to train here at Ji Dojo?”
“I didn’t know I could,” I reply.
He purses his lips and shakes his head. He lifts one hand gracefully before placing it right back on his knee. I notice this time his pointer finger and thumb remain lifted.
“You are always welcome to train here. My assassins have skills that are unmatched. You will leave with the same skills.”
“Thank you. It is kind of you to offer. I did have to interrupt my training to come here. I’ve been in mixed martial arts since I was little, so I didn’t think much of the time off.”