Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Perhaps I should beat him to the punch and take your virginity before he does. What do you say?” He advanced toward me.
I swiveled, realizing I’d pinned myself against the vanity. My lower back dug into its marble. Romeo was flushed against me in seconds, his hand between my skirt-clad thighs.
It was amazing how quickly my body submitted to him, in complete contrast to how my brain fought him every step of the way. I clutched the countertop behind me.
“What do you say?” With a savage sneer, Romeo claimed my lips with his, kissing me hard. He slid his gum into my mouth, and though I’d normally find the gesture distasteful, if not downright gross, I let it rest between my teeth. “Should I damage the goods?”
I clamped down on the gum, refusing to degrade myself but unwilling to stop him, either.
He dropped to his knees, hiked up my skirt, and tucked it into the waistband of my underwear. I gasped when he tore my designer pantyhose, ripping them at the center, and dragged my panties to the side.
He dragged his hot tongue up my slit.
“Ohhh.”
Romeo’s teeth grazed my pussy. “Better move quickly, judging by your eagerness to lose your virginity. Or has he tarnished you already?”
He thrust his tongue between my lips, striking my nerves. It felt like he was French kissing me down there. Lapping in a sensual rhythm.
My knees turned to water, heat spiraled in my core, and my nipples pearled.
Oh, Lord.
It felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.
Definitely better than the dirt bike.
Romeo removed his tongue from inside me, sucking on my clit now. “Answer me.”
All I could do was moan as my first-ever orgasm curled like ivy around my ankles, riding up the rest of my body.
He drove his tongue into me, massaging my clit with his thumb. “Did he take your innocence?”
I knew what he was doing. Tearing me apart. Making sure he destroyed my hymen.
And still, every rational thought fled my brain.
I struggled to conjure words. “No, no, I swear. I haven’t seen him today.”
“Better safe than sorry, I suppose.”
His tongue sank deep inside me. I arched my back, dropped my head, and moaned so loud I skated on the edge of screaming.
“Ahhhhh.”
“I bought the cow. Only fair I get the milk.”
He explored the terrain—me.
I felt the tip of his tongue find resistance. Pain accompanied the pressure, but so did pleasure. So much pleasure, I thought I’d die if he stopped.
I was so sleek, so wet for him, my lust dripped down my thighs, past my knees.
“Please.” My knuckles turned white around the counter. “Please, I’m close.”
“Like taking candy from a child.”
Another thrust.
Then another.
Then another.
The climax seized every muscle in my body. Ivy-laced. Head to toe.
An odd sensation—of floating in warm water—conquered me. I rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.
A shrill chime clawed through the haze. Just like that, Romeo pulled away, rising to his feet.
He pressed his phone to his ear and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Pink streaked his tongue and lips. Another trophy of my innocence stained his left cheek, too.
My blood.
He had my hymen’s blood in his mouth.
Wolfish satisfaction touched his lips.
“He’s lucky you weren’t sullied yet.” His fingers curved around my neck, drawing my ear to his lips. “Or I’d have killed him and made you watch.”
Sticky desire glazed my thighs. Probably my blood, too, but I didn’t dare drop my eyes to confirm.
With Romeo’s tongue a safe distance from my sex, my panties had snapped back. Most definitely stained. Most definitely another trophy for my husband.
I was no longer a virgin.
He did it.
He claimed me.
Romeo frowned, pressing his phone to his ear. “Did you triple check?”
My pulse charged across my skin. I thought my heart would explode into red confetti in my chest.
Why was I so anxious? I had nothing to hide. I’d spent my evening with an army of salesmen.
Romeo slid his phone into his pocket, observing me with detached dissatisfaction. As if nothing had happened between us just seconds ago.
Like he hadn’t taken something so precious from me.
“Wash yourself and put something on. We’re leaving.”
“You had me followed?” Anger robbed me of my breath.
Never in my entire life had I been subjected to such misogynistic behavior. Even in the small, religious town I grew up in.
Romeo turned, headed for his wallet and keycard. I snatched the hairbrush and pursued him, shoulders quaking with the remainders of my orgasm and fresh, hot rage.
“Answer me!”
But he didn’t.
He just…didn’t.
And in that wretched moment, I was so mad, so upset, so lost in this twisted universe he’d tucked me into, I swung the brush back and launched it at him.
It crashed into his triangle back with a thwack! and tumbled to the floor.
He stopped moving.
I stopped breathing.
What had I done?