Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Who’s there?” I whisper in fear.
“Don’t scream,” comes a deep, low voice. It’s familiar, and my fear starts ebbing, even though my heart is now pounding with arousal.
“Hunter?” I whisper, peering into the shadows. “What are you doing? Why are you in my room?”
At the mention of his name, Hunter’s hulking frame emerges slowly from the dark shadows, coming closer.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” he growls. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. But when I came in, you stirred, and I realized I was going about this the wrong way. So I decided to leave. I was going to wait until you fell asleep again, and then disappear.”
I blink, surprised.
“What are you talking about? Go about what the wrong way?” I breathe, my heart quickening even more at the reality of Hunter being in my room in the middle of the night like this. I can see his rippling muscles in the streetlight as I inhale his heady, masculine scent, all the more arousing to me because it fills up the small space that is my room. Hunter hasn’t been in my bedroom since I was in middle school, after my mom died because he’s always respected my privacy. So why is he here now? “Hunter?” I whisper again, urging him on.
“Elle…” he rumbles hesitantly, “I can’t go on like this.” And as he steps into the light coming from outside, I can see the tortured look on his impossibly handsome face.
“Go on like what?” I breathe, though I think I know the answer. I hope I do, at least. “Talk to me, please.”
He jerks his head with a tortured look on those handsome features.
“I can’t go on texting with you like that and not doing anything about it,” he rasps. “I can’t go on living under the same roof with you but not seeing you. All of you.” The alpha male’s slowly coming closer, his imposing, muscular frame taut with the efforts of self-restraint. My heart is now pounding so intensely that I literally feel light-headed.
“Ask me to leave your room, and I will,” Hunter rasps, and I see his blue eyes flash in the dim light. “Just say the word, and I’ll never bother you again, Elle.”
“But why would I want you to leave?” I breathe, my body aching for his. “You said you wanted to see me. All of me.”
“Not without your consent,” he growls. “I can’t do this unless you’re fully on board.” My arms trembling and my knees weak, I push the comforter slowly off, exposing my flushed skin to the open air. I can see the older man’s jaw clenching as he inhales sharply. His eyes are roving over my curves, covered only by a tiny black negligee.
“How’s this for being on board?” I whisper, letting the straps fall off my shoulders while I watch his face. I can tell by his wide chest, heaving slowly with arousal, that he’s struggling to restrain himself, his eyes flashing hungrily over my exposed skin. My own breath quickening, I sit up on my knees and drop the negligee down around my waist, exposing the huge swell of my milky tits, my nipples hard. Hunter grunts as he hand goes instinctively to his groin.
It’s only now that I see the enormous outline of his hard-on in his pants. I gasp as I see how well-endowed he must be and my pussy contracts wetly in response. I long for him to see what he’s doing to me and I lie back on the bed, pulling the negligee fully down my waist, over my ass and my thighs, before kicking the fabric to the floor.
“Wait,” he commands in his baritone voice. “Are you sure?”
I meet his eyes across the dim space.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” I reply huskily, “and see for yourself how sure I am.” I spread my legs, exposing my bare pussy for him as I press the hugeness of my tits together with my hands. He grunts through his clenched teeth and takes two short strides over to the bed, where he grabs my ankles and yanks me towards him. I gasp, hoping he’ll pull that enormous cock of his out and fuck me, right here, right now. But instead, Hunter leans over my curves, his hand on the mattress on either side of my head, our chests almost touching.
“Hunter,” I gasp, “take me. I want it to be you. Please.
He looks into my eyes and I can see him wrestling with his morals, his insanely handsome face more tortured than ever.
“No,” Hunter finally growls, but he lowers his face to mine and I think he’s going to kiss me. But he doesn’t, and stops himself right before his lips touch mine, seemingly thinking better of it. What is he doing? Why is he torturing me like this? Is this what he meant by putting me in my place?