Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Good,” I murmur. “That’s good, kitten. Now, earn it.”
I take her hand and press her palm to the bulge of my cock, which is straining behind the zipper of my suit pants. I’m hard as fuck already, but at the touch of her fingers, my erection is ready to tear through the fabric.
Neither of us says a word. Harper’s breaths come faster while she tries to hide from me how much she wants this.
Her fingers begin to tremble as she reaches for my belt, but I don’t help her. I stand still and watch with my hand still under her chin as she undoes my belt, pulls down my zipper, and frees my cock.
“Go on now, kitten,” I rasp. “Earn what you desire.”
She brings her other hand up and wraps both around my hard length. Fear and desire blaze like twin fires in her eyes. But it doesn’t stop her.
My hand slides from beneath her chin to the back of her head. She leans forward in her chair, brings the head of my cock to her lips, and opens wide. My cock slides in with ease, the softness of her lips enveloping my thickness like this mouth was always mine to fuck.
Her warm, wet mouth envelops me. She’s shy at first, keeping two hands around my base, but with the gentle pressure of my hand on the back of her head, I urge her to take me deeper.
It feels fucking incredible. Far more than the simple act of a blow job should. This isn’t just me getting my cock sucked—this is domination, power, and it’s all so fucking wrong that I am on the edge of coming mere moments after it has begun.
Still in her seat, Harper swirls her tongue around the thick head of my dick, then sucks me in deep. The wet smacks of her lips against my skin make me want to grab her hair and thrust down her throat.
The pressure is building in my balls. Fuck, she brings me to my orgasm faster than any woman ever has. This innocent kitten is unlike the rest of them. She is special. She is unique.
And as of tonight, she is utterly and completely mine.
One thought rises above the maelstrom surging in my head as I empty myself inside her mouth with jerks and a low groan – I need to own the rest of her. Like I was envisioning before I crossed the distance between us, I need the taste of her pussy on my lips and the music of her moans in my ears.
This blow job was enough for merely a moment. Now that I’ve had it, I need more.
With a roar, I free myself from her lips, and I sweep an arm across the table. Cutlery and half-eaten food crash to the ground. Shards of glass skitter in every direction.
Grabbing Harper, I throw her onto the table. I’m a second away from tearing the sexy dress off her body, my fingers digging into the fabric. But then, I stop.
I remember what I felt when I closed the door of that VIP room in the strip club—that I would let my whole empire burn in exchange for this girl. I can take her right now.
But at what cost?
Can I truly give up everything? My family’s legacy? The lives of my men? The money, the territory, the power?
I’ll throw everything away for this girl. And I can’t fucking do that.
I roar again before storming out of the room, leaving Harper panting in heat behind me.
I don’t allow myself to look back.
Harper
For an entire day, I’m by myself. Not one time does Marcello come to see me.
He’s a grade A asshole for leaving me there at the dinner table, right as he was about to take me. It was wrong, and I shouldn’t want it, but …
I was expecting it.
And then he just vanished.
Out of nowhere, he decided he’d had enough. And now I’m left with the incredible urge to satisfy myself.
I refuse.
Not just because it would be a betrayal to my own self-worth but also because he has cameras everywhere. Maybe even in my room. I won’t let him see me pleasure myself just because of what he did.
Fuck that; I’d rather go look for him myself and give him a piece of my mind.
Maybe I’ll go do that. I’ve been fighting with myself all day not to give in to the urge.
But I’m going stir-crazy, sitting here in my room reading all the books his library has to offer. My mind keeps wandering back to that smug smile of his. He thinks he owns me already. He thinks he’s won.
After a while, I can’t resist anymore. I need to talk to him.
I spring up from my seat and march out of my room.
There’s only one place he could be—his office—so I rush down the hallway and storm into his room without knocking.