Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I should not be doing this.
I need to stop.
My hips pause, and he pulls back, breaking our lips apart. His hand slides up the back of my leg to my ass, and he squeezes it hard.
“What’s the matter, princess?” He thrusts inside of me, and I tense even more. My hands on his shoulders are trying to keep from moving. But he has the upper hand, even if I am the one on top.
“Stop doing that.” I smack his shoulder.
“What! This?” And he thrusts again. Before I can open my mouth, he takes hold of my hips and starts to move with purpose, nothing but lust staring back at me in his eyes.
He keeps hitting that magical spot, and my eyes close in pleasure. He fucks me—even though I’m on top and should be in full control—his grip controlling every move. Each moan leaving my lips lets him know how much I want it. How much I’m enjoying every second of this sexual encounter with him.
His hands roam my back and then slap my ass. Hard. He does it again, this time his other hand smacking my other ass cheek before one hand skates up to my neck, then into my hair, twirling it around his fist before he pulls back, exposing my throat. My hands move from his shoulders to grip his knees behind me as I ride him.
Or is he still controlling me?
It’s all blending together right now.
And I think he knows he has won this round.
Goddammit! And I hate that he’s winning.
I shouldn’t want to be anywhere near this man. He is a criminal, and he killed my boss and my date. And yet I’m letting him fuck me like there is no tomorrow.
But holy heck does it feel good.
My back arches, and his mouth finds my neck. He bites it or sucks it, I’m not sure which, and I’m helpless to stop him anyway. I’m coming, and he tugs my hair a little harder as I do, bending my back more. His cock hits that perfect spot, making me scream.
A lot.
He kisses up my neck until he reaches my mouth and takes control, both hands now gripping my face as his hips pump faster. I feel it when he comes, and we both fall into each other. I ride the bliss until a sharp and painful realization creeps in. Rational thought and lack of discipline sink in my stomach. It only takes me a second to realize why and pull away.
“You can’t be disgusted now, princess. Not with how hard you just came.” He chuckles.
“I despise you,” I say through gritted teeth.
His grip falls free as I climb off him, and even soft, his cock is big. Shit. No wonder he was able to make me scream.
“Show me your tits, and I can fuck you again.” He licks his lips as I pull my skirt down.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“At your apartment.”
I sigh, relieved. “Good. Bye. Don’t call me.” I grab the door handle and try to open it, but he reaches for me, and turns my head back to look at him with his hand on my chin.
“No goodbye kiss? No, ‘thank you for making me scream’? No, ‘no other man has fucked me like that before’?” he asks.
I pause. And smirk.
“No goodbye kiss. And yes, I’ve been fucked with more passion and more cock before. But I would at least rate you in my top ten.”
His grip on my chin loosens, and I take that moment to climb out of the car.
Asshole.
I seem to use that word a lot, but it’s so damn descriptive.
CHAPTER 17
Crue
“Top ten,” I mutter. “Top ten, my ass.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Angel asks as she slides on her shoes.
“Angel,” Dominic warns, but she merely rolls her eyes before she walks out the door, one of our men going with her. A pang of irritation sparks in me, knowing she’s going to see Rya when it should be me instead. But I had to agree to Rya’s terms. I can let her think I’m giving up, but I have every intention of making her my wife. She just needs to come to that realization, and the sooner, the better.
“Why are you muttering about a top ten?” Dominic asks, taking a seat next to me. He hands me a stack of paperwork and a pen.
More shit to sign.
It’s been a few hours since I dropped Rya off, and she told me I’m in her top ten.
She said it to get under my skin. I know it.
“What’s this?” I ask, holding up the forms.
He points to the first one. “The families are asking about your marriage. When it will be done.”
“Fuck the families,” I grumble.
“This is the extra ownership you get when you marry.” He points to a section on the paper that describes extremely lucrative businesses. Ones I have wanted but haven’t been able to gain access to yet.