Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I’ve been yours since the moment I saw you. Now be mine.”
“I’m so fucking scared—”
“I’m just asking you to acknowledge what we already are. It doesn’t need to go further than that. We can take this as slow as you want. We can stay this way forever if that’s what you want. But I can’t do this if you won’t give me the respect I deserve. So, give me what I want—you—or I walk.”
My eyes were focused on his chin and neck, staring at the hard muscles of his jawline and neck. My hands continued to grip his wrist as I felt his palm against my cheek. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Then you’re mine. Say it.”
My eyes remained down.
His palm lifted my chin and forced my stare to his. “Say it.”
I got lost in those blue eyes every time I looked at them. Got lost in this man whenever he walked through the door. He was the sexiest man I’d ever met, and the second he walked into my life, he set everything on fire and I burned in his flames. “You’re mine…and I’m yours.”
He didn’t ask me where I wanted to go. Just decided we would go to his place.
After our fight, we’d returned to our seats at the table, and he was all over me, his hand either on my thigh, draped over the back of the chair, or he kissed me right in front of everyone, really kissed me, not an innocent peck on the lips.
He gave me his jacket when he knew I was cold, so I sat there and drowned in the material, his big hand so far up my dress that his fingers were hooked into my panties. His resentment evaporated after the fight, and now he wanted me even more when the barriers were removed.
I knew I’d just gotten myself into a precarious position, in a relationship with a man whom I knew I should avoid. If I hadn’t just been looking for good sex with a hot guy, I would have steered clear of him in the first place. But as the weeks passed and I got attached, deeply attached, my nails so deep under the skin they hit bone, I’d sealed my fate. Now, I was in a relationship with the most dangerous man in Paris.
We entered his home and took the elevator to the top floor to his bedroom. When we walked inside, his butler had already started the fire in the fireplace and placed a tray of dessert and champagne on the table for us to enjoy.
Bastien immediately undressed like he was anxious to get rid of all the clothing, the suspenders over his shoulders, the trousers, the bow tie around his thick neck. He unbuttoned his white shirt and yanked it off his big arms until his true form was revealed, bare skin over bulging muscles and marked in black ink. He left everything on the floor like it was Gerard’s problem to deal with tomorrow. He stood in just his boxers, the cotton taut over his tight ass, the powerful muscles hugging his spine.
I was still cold from standing outside waiting for our driver in the long line of cars, so I moved to the fire while wearing his jacket, letting the heat warm my frozen skin.
He stepped out of the bedroom a moment later, his blond hair still slicked back, his eyes sharp like he wasn’t the least bit tired from all the small talk and networking bullshit. “I can warm you up, sweetheart.” He returned to the bedroom without waiting for my answer.
I followed him a second later, placing his jacket over the armchair before I slipped off my heels. When I flattened my feet against the floor, I let out a moan, my toes releasing all the pain they’d been harboring all night. I unzipped the dress and delicately placed it over the chair so it wouldn’t wrinkle.
I’d barely turned toward the bed when I smacked into his hard chest like a concrete wall. His big hands gripped my ass, and he lifted me into him, the warmth of his body matching the fire in the other room. He carried me to the bed as he stared into my eyes. Instead of throwing me onto the mattress, he rolled me onto my back and moved over me, his thick body warmer than any blanket. He positioned me underneath him before he hooked his thumbs into the straps of my black thong and pulled it free. He was already naked, his dick hard like it’d been all night, every time he pressed against me.
He folded me underneath him, locking both of his wrists behind my knees before he ground his length over my sex and rubbed it against my clit, his hungry dick harder than any vibrator I’d ever used. His blue eyes were on me, watching my reaction to him, enjoying the sight of me below him. “You’re holding yourself back. Why?” The man had eyes that could see through walls, pierce through hearts.