Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He grabs my waist, and his massive hands wrap around it completely. With what looks like no effort at all, he hoists my ass off the bed, pulling me tightly against his cock.
“It’s throbbing inside me.” I hook my shaky legs around his waist. “I can feel it bouncing against my walls.”
Arthur shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. Ragged breaths barely part his lips while he tries to stay strong. But where the hell is the fun in that?
“Do it. Break me. Make me yours,” I whisper. The pain of losing my virginity is all but gone, replaced by the pleasure of his sword throbbing inside of me. We’ve gotten past the hard part, and I’m ready for whatever Arthur has to throw at me.
I want it. Need it. If I had enough power left inside me, I’d fucking beg for it.
But he doesn’t need me to. Just hearing those words is enough to set the beast free.
His eyes open again, holding the same wild look he fought so hard against.
“I’m going to destroy you,” he groans, using his leverage around my body to slide me off his cock. “I’m going to break you. Make you squeal. Make you come non-stop until you’re crying out for more.”
While he speaks, he pulls me back and then thrusts his own hips forward. Our bodies smash together with a satisfying slap. He does it again and again until he teases out my climax.
“That’s it, Eva. Come on Daddy’s dick,” he howls.
My whole body spasms uncontrollably against his. He’s in full control, but I still find myself bucking my hips and flailing my legs, trying to get my body to match his rhythm. I keep up at first but fail as another orgasm erupts through my body.
His grip tightens around me while every rippling muscle starts to tense across his chest. He releases his grip, and we both tumble into a mess of bucking hips, flailing arms, and a feverishly hot kiss.
“Say it,” he growls, intensifying his pace. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, mind, body, and soul. No one else will ever touch me.” I can barely think, so speaking is a near-impossible challenge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna ex—” He can’t finish the word before he lets out a fierce war cry. His quick thrusts come to an end, and he impales me with one final pump that releases every drop he has inside of me.
I cup Arthur’s cheeks in both my hands and pull him into a kiss.
We’re shaking, out of breath, and our minds are lost to the intensity of what just happened. After our kiss, he flops onto his back beside me, sliding an arm under my shoulders. I lay my head against his chest, tracing circles over his feverish skin.
“I meant every word of it, Arthur,” I say. I’d look him dead in the eyes if I could, but my body has hit a whole new level of numbness. “I’m yours. All yours. Now and forever.”
I snuggle into his side and rest my head on his heart.
The rapid beating is as good an answer as any he’d have spoken.
Daddy’s pleased.
15
EVA
It feels like I’m floating in a dream. One of the good ones, where everything is right in the world, and nothing can bring me down. Hell, to make sure it wasn’t actually one, I pinched myself as soon as Arthur dropped me off at the mall.
How couldn’t I, after spending the night cradled in his arms?
Against his better judgment to take me home, not to rouse suspicion of what we’ve been up to, I declined. Luckily for me, when I told Father I spent the night at Clarissa’s place, he didn’t pry. He even offered to pick me up after my shopping trip. Not fighting him at every turn about this arrangement with Arthur does have its perks.
“Good morning and welcome to the Couture Corner. My name’s Cindy. Please let me know if I can help you with anything,” the high-spirited brunette says as I enter the store. She has a beaming smile on her face, and I match it with one of my own.
“Nice to meet you, Cindy. And yes, please, I’d love some help,” I answer. I already know what I’m looking for, but it’s always nice to have a helping hand.
“How can I be of assistance, ma’am?” she asks, walking me deeper into the clothing outlet.
“We’re like the same age. Call me Eva.” Her outstanding professionalism makes me chuckle. “I’m leaving the country in a few weeks, and I need a few outfits for the first bit while I’m away. Going to London and I hear it’s kinda cold there.”
My plan was to spend a few hours in the mall. Get a few jackets, shirts, and pants, but after my night with Arthur, I decided on Couture Corner for its extensive lingerie selection.