Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I press my face into the crack in the door and see Penelope there in all her splendor. She hums in satisfaction as she slides lower into the water. She’s fucking stunning. Wide hips round and curve into a perfect peach-shaped ass. The trimmed and shaped light tuft of golden hair on her pubic region.
Then…
A thin waist expands upward to the perfect handful-sized breasts, with two sharp, pink nipples sticking just out of the water’s line. Long, pale legs that stretch out in the clawfoot bathtub. I can see everything, apart from the slit between her legs.
My cock throbs against my pants, and it makes my bones ache. Every ounce of blood has pumped through my heart and straight to it. I’m lightheaded and dizzy, yet so fucking eager to kick down this door and claim what’s mine.
It’s an illogical thought, but I have to wonder if she left everything open on purpose in case I’d stumble by. With two large oak doors as barriers, she had more than enough ways to keep me out if she so chose. So why leave her door open? Or a crack in the bathroom just wide enough for a voyeur to come stand vigil over her?
Once more, the angelic hum returns. It’s soft, soothing, and warms the cockles of my heart. It reminds me of a simpler time, long before I got involved with the Carlisle brothers. Hell, long before I became a man. It’s a new tune, yet so familiar to my ear I could swear I heard my mother resonate the same sounds years ago.
Christ, old boy. You’re really thinking of your mother while you have a stunning goddess literally dripping in front of you? You’re all sorts of fucked up.
True but maybe she is too.
While lost in thought, I don’t notice her eyes open, and they instantly lock with mine. Two blue saucers stare back at me from the tub, yet she doesn’t make a move to cover herself up. She looks stunned. Stuck in place.
Oh fuck.
“Harker?” she calls. “Is that you?”
I should’ve run when I had the chance.
“I called and didn’t get an answer.” I turn away out of respect. “I realized I was a poor host and didn’t show you around. I wanted to make sure you were settling in alright.”
“Oh, I didn’t hear you while I was running the bath,” she giggles. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to. I should be the one apologizing.”
“For what?” Her voice shifts from sweet and innocent to sultry and alluring. Once more, I feel the siren beckoning me to the crack in the door. “The door was open. You just wanted to have a look.”
A choked cough forces its way out of my throat.
“I understand you live here alone. And have for a long time.” Her tone doesn’t shift. Every note hits my ear and shoots straight to my throbbing cock. “No coming and going. No entertainment. No women to keep you company,” she coos, and I hear the swishing of water as she adjusts herself in the bath. “It must be lonely. And I can’t blame you for wanting to look. I saw the way you were salivating when you stared at me earlier at the party.”
I can’t tell if I’m having a heart attack or if I’m going to come in my trousers.
“And the subtle hint. Queen of the Dead. It took me longer than it should have to understand.” She chuckles again. It’s long and drawn out, but before it comes to a natural end, a little moan escapes her lips. “And you saved me tonight. You took me away from a place I wasn’t wanted and brought me somewhere I’d be worshiped. So, I’d be remiss if I didn’t at least let you have a look.”
Another soft, muddled groan follows her words.
“So, why not come have a look, Harker? You know you want to.”
My heartbeat is in my ears, and I try to center myself with a deep breath. Penelope hasn’t even done anything and I’m a mess. What’s going to happen when I open the door to see what’s making her squeak and moan?
Here we go. This is everything I’ve dreamt about since I first saw her earlier. She isn’t playing coy. She’s practically begging for me to burst through the door and take her. Claim her. Fuck her silly and leave her in a puddle.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t follow my goddess’ order.
I press a palm flat against the door and push it open. What I see makes my jaw drop through the fucking hardwood floor I’m standing on.
Penelope is still lying back, but she has her legs kicked over each side of the tub. Beneath the water, her delicate hand strokes her pink nub in slow, gentle circles. Her eyes are locked on me. She’s inspecting my body from top to bottom, and they linger on the tent in my pants.