Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Well, not anymore. She’s mine now, and she needs to remember that.
“I’ll be good to you if you let me,” I murmur into her ear, and I press a kiss just below it. “If you’d just let me kiss you … fuck you … without fighting.”
“No way,” she hisses, but she still bites her lip as I place another kiss on her neck.
“You only say that because you think you should. Because you’ve been taught to act like a lady and defend against any immoral behavior. But you don’t have to with me. I want you to be immoral.” My hand slides up her knee between her legs to right where her soft spot lies. And she clenches her legs in response, her breath faltering. “Be sinful with me. It could be so fucking good.” My thumb brushes over her pussy, across her sensitive areas, and it’s becoming harder and harder for her to push back. She hasn’t tried to fight me off. I can see in her eyes that a part of her wants to resist, but another part of her desperately wants to give in. That need to release herself from all these burdens that were placed upon her the moment her father surrendered her to me.
She doesn’t have to live with that responsibility. All she has to do is willingly give herself to me, and she could be as free as a bird, living in a beautiful mansion with all the riches in the world and anything she could ever wish for.
“Just let it go, Charlotte. Let me love you,” I whisper, parting her legs with my hands. Her eyes close, and her head tilts back a bit as I press kisses all over her chest. Her body lights up underneath my lips. “Let me give you what you need.”
My hand travels up her body, sliding underneath her dress to cup her naked breasts. With my index finger and thumb, I pinch her nipple until it’s taut and her face tightens with excitement. I can’t stop myself from touching her body and seeing her writhe. It feels too good, and she looks so goddamn appetizing in that dress that I almost want to take a bite.
But I have to be gentle with her for now. She’s only just opening up to the idea of me fondling her, and pushing her until she withdraws is the last thing I want. No, I have to take it slow … easy … make her body fall for my touch before her mind does. I want her numb with emotions and sensations, and I want those delicious moans to be the only sound from her mouth.
When I hear the first one, my ears perk up, and I groan back in delight. My cock tents in my pants, but I won’t pay any attention to it as I want this to be all about her. There’s plenty of time to satisfy me later. First, I’ll show her what she could have.
I rub her pussy through the fabric of her dress until her panties are wet. Her lips part but only moans roll off her tongue. She never opens her eyes, and I don’t blame her. If she saw how she was behaving right now, it’d probably mortify her. But she needs to learn to shut off that voice in her head telling her it’s wrong. Even if it is, she shouldn’t care when it feels good. And I will definitely make it feel good.
She’s close, so damn close, only a little further. Her cheeks are red, and droplets of sweat glisten on her skin. My tongue dips out to lick them up while I touch her and she completely unravels.
“Come for me, princess,” I murmur into her ear.
She can’t resist, can’t fight the temptation to let go, and the explosion that follows is pure magic. Her body quivers with delicious shocks as she comes undone. I can feel it between her legs as everything tightens and her wetness grows, and the moan that rolls off her tongue sets me off.
Without thinking, I press my lips to hers and claim her mouth.
She tastes deliciously sweet and sinfully good, and I can’t get enough of her lips. I want to kiss them forever, on every single fucking day because they are mine, just like the rest of her.
But then she pushes me off her and stares at me with complete indignation. As if she wasn’t just as complicit in this.
Tears well up in her eyes, but she holds them back. I bring my hand to her cheeks and softly caress her.
“Why?” she mutters, her voice sounding as though she’s been wiped off the earth.
And I smile in response. “Why? Because I can. That’s why.”
Right then, the car stops, and I open the door. “We’re here.”