Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“What do you mean, ‘How he?’ Ryoichi, you murdered the man. He was a stranger!” Ryann has more to say, but her voice falls flat when my fingertips stroke her sensitive core.
My fingers twirl over her pussy, thrusting hard. Screwing her core with two fingers, I pant, “That’s not how it should be, bijin. This isn’t how one atones for their wrongs.”
I can’t stop fucking her as I argue. I’ve gone mad. And between her thighs is a faucet.
Eyes closed, Ryann caves from her continuous need to defend the man. She arches in pleasure, climaxing as my fingers pump inside of her. I’d scented her arousal when she agreed to walk with me. She’d marinated in delicious desire, waiting for me to take her.
That should not be.
She must give herself freely to me and be honest about her past and how she’s allowed men to hurt her. Her lovely curves draw tight, and I kiss her furrowed brow. We relish the pleasure I created as she climaxes. Her walls tighten, cum dripping over my fingers.
Not allowing her a moment to exhale, I stuffed my saturated fingers into her shocked mouth. “You lie to me, Ryann. And most importantly, to yourself when you allow a man to harm you physically.”
I bring her up onto the railing, suspending her with ease. She bites down on my fingers as I push my yukata to the side and glide the head of my cock against her contracting, spasming mound.
“Leave me alone, Ryoichi. If anyone has hurt me, it’s you.”
“How?” I inquire, taunting her with my voice and cock, the head slithering over her drizzling slit, parting her lips without penetrating her. My chest trembles from a harsh groan. “I’ve simply bypassed the pain and just offered you the pleasure he would after he’s harmed you.” Chuckling softly, I let my hardened erection drift over her opening. I alternate from ferociously mauling her nipples to worshipping them.
“Get away from me, Ryoichi!”
“Alright. We have time for you to be honest.” I step back, letting the cotton folds fall closed.
“Me, be honest? I don’t owe you a damn thing.” Ryann tugs her dress down and wraps her arms around her like armor.
“You owe yourself.” I pull her off the railing, spinning her around. My hand clenches the back of her neck as I bend her over. The side of her face is planted against the railing, sultry eyes cutting through me. My thoughts drift. I’m tortured by the sound of my mother in bed with my stepfather after he smacked her around. I’d lay on the floor in our living room, crying as the bedpost repeatedly slammed against the wall.
Why do they always cave to the bad guys?
Chapter
Eight
Ryann
“A voice mail from Carmandy? Messy ass Mandy . . . called . . . me?” I mutter, staring at my cellphone, which Ryoichi had finally returned to me. “That’s the last thing I need after Ryoichi’s antics yesterday.” I’d done my best to clear my head. I’d slept on a bed of clouds and breathed in eucalyptus mist as I showered, so I didn’t expect my chest to tighten quite like this. Mandy is Essence’s friend. Not mine. And she’s friggen . . . calling . . . me?
I won’t admit that I’ve envied Mandy’s ability to tell it like it is over the years. But Messy Mandy can go too far in certain instances. Now seems to be one of those times.
Her recorded rant comes loud and clear through the receiver. “Girl, if you don’t give some-damn-body a call within the next twenty-four hours, I’m posting the picture of you all over my blog, all over social media, everywhere. You know the one I’m referring to. Essence is looking for you, girl!”
I shove my fingers into my hair, lips pursed. Yeah, I can imagine the picture Messy might share on social media with a call-to-action, begging for my current whereabouts. That heifa snapped a shot of me falling out of a Land Rover in the Kalahari Desert in South Africa. Instead of a word of caution as she was exiting the next SUV, the witchy witch snapped a picture. I landed in elephant manure because my girls found the cheapest tour guide during our excursion to the savanna. The dimmest tour guide too. With golden plains as far as the eye could see, the dude parked right next to a pile of shit.
I shake my head at the thought and glimpse the time of Mandy’s voice mail threat. It was right around the time yesterday when I’d broken my vow to myself about not allowing Ryoichi to touch me before we fully understood each other. We were on the bridge. One moment, I was explaining myself. The next moment . . .
I’m getting hot and bothered now just thinking about it.