Lock Me Inside Read Online Cassandra Hallman

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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“You have to know this brings up all kinds of bad shit for me, right?”

“You can forget all of that now. Let’s replace it with good memories.” He pulls me closer and holds me tight, so tight there’s no chance of getting away. Not that I want to. I can’t resist the warmth and comfort of his embrace. “And this is how you do it. By taking back what you want. What makes you feel good.”

His touch is featherlight as he grazes my ass again, this time allowing his hand to drift between my thighs. “What makes you feel good? What do you want?”

What do I want? I want him to stop talking. More than that, I want to do what he described. I want to take this back for me. I want to do this because I want to. Not because somebody else told me to or because they’re directing me. I want.

When he leans in, pressing his lips to mine, I don’t resist. No, I kiss him back as hard as I can, hard enough that our teeth clash as our tongues touch, then tangle together in our joined mouths. We tangle the rest of ourselves, too, arms and legs, and this time, I know it’s not a dream.

He wants me. And I want him. I want this.

One kiss at a time, one touch, he undoes every last reservation left in the back of my mind. And this is how it’s supposed to be. Not forced. It’s more like we’re following what instinct is telling us to do. Like when he pulls my tank top out from my waistband. When his hands brush against my bare skin. I don’t even mind when he touches my scar on the way up my back so he can unhook my bra. Even that doesn’t bother me because he’s already shown me how little it matters. He told me I’m beautiful not because of it and not in spite of it. That it doesn’t define me.

I have that in mind as I unbutton his jeans, running the zipper over his already hard dick. When my palm brushes against it, he groans, his eyes closing, his throat working. It’s so much better this way, and I do it again and again, just for the sheer joy of watching his reaction and knowing I’m the reason for it.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he groans, opening his eyes to stare deep into mine. The look in them leaves me breathless. The intensity, the heat, the desire. Desire for me.

And then he kisses me again, again, rolling me on my back before burying his face in my neck, running his lips over my skin until I run my fingers through his hair, moaning helplessly. “So sweet,” he whispers, and something like joy flares to life in my heart. Every touch, every brush of his lips over me, brightens that joy like fuel on an already blazing fire.

And now nothing could stop me from being with him, from taking him inside me. I need to get rid of my clothes. I need to be as close to him as I can. “Get this off me,” I whisper, frantic, sitting up partway to pull off my tank top and bra. Immediately, he lowers his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking almost playfully, teasing me before releasing it with a popping sound. He does the same on the other side, then switches back and forth until I’m ready to scream. I’m so wet, my clit aching until it hurts.

“Touch me. Down there.” I fumble with my jeans, and he helps me unbutton and lower them over my raised hips and down my thighs. When he cups my pussy, rubbing his palm against the soaked fabric, I have to bite down on his shoulder to hold back what would be a scream otherwise. I can’t forget there are people on either side of the room, and it’s the middle of the day.

Something about that is sort of hot—like we’re doing something wrong. And all that thought does is get me hotter, wetter, and before I know it, I’m humping his hand, my body so desperate for what it needs that it’s acting on its own.

“That’s right,” he rasps, his breath quickening. “Take it. Take what you want.” I can only groan in agreement and frustration combined. I just want to come. That’s all I want. I want to feel good.

“Come for me,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me like I know you can. Let yourself go.”

“So close…” I breathe, rising higher and higher, the tension building until I want to scream again. “So close!”

“Give it to me. Give me your orgasm, Leni.” And then he presses his fingers down hard, tight against my clit, and I see stars. The whole world explodes in a shimmering cloud of light. All I can do is cling to him or else risk shattering into a million pieces.


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