Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She started to worry that she’d hurt his feelings, though, when he kept silent the whole ride home. She started to say something when they pulled into the driveway but bit her tongue. It’s better this way, so he knows what lines not to cross. Riley, ever the gentleman, climbed down from his seat and walked around to open her door and help her down.
He even kissed her forehead, which told her that things were fine between them and that he hadn’t taken her harsh words to heart. She didn’t think much of it when he stopped off in the kitchen and sent Eileen into town for some stuff he said they needed. When the other woman started to argue and was cut off by Riley, Celia was already halfway up the stairs, so she didn’t see the exchange.
Celia started stripping as soon as she reached the bathroom. A nice long shower sounded like just the thing she needed right now. She tied her hair up in a bun, not in the mood to wash it now, and turned the water on as hot as she could stand it before stepping into the stall and grabbing the soap.
The water soothed her sore muscles, and she started to smile as some of the tension left her. There was still a lot to do, but now that she was here, she realized it would all get done, and there was no reason to kill herself to get the job done. Riley was right, and besides, taking some downtime might help her to see things clearer when she went back to work.
She thought she heard Riley come in, but when he didn’t join her in the shower, she figured she’d heard wrong. That is until she turned off the water minutes later, and the shower door was snatched open. “Eeek…” Celia squealed when she found herself being pulled from the shower. She barely got a glimpse of Riley’s murderous expression before she found herself thrown over his shoulder fireman style, and he stomped out of the bathroom.
“Riley…” She started to question, but he flung her onto the bed, where she bounced once before settling. His shirt was already gone, and now he tackled the tab of his jeans, releasing his cock that looked hard and angry. She started to scoot up the bed to escape, but Riley grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards him until her ass was at the edge of the mattress.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Words got lodged in her throat when he spread her legs open and, without another word, slammed his cock into her. There was no buildup, no warning, and he didn’t even check to make sure that she was ready to take him. Celia’s eyes opened wide in disbelief, but when she opened her mouth to blast him, one look in his eyes told her that he wouldn’t care. He was pissed. What the hell?
Riley wasn’t just pissed. He was offended. He thought she knew better, he thought she had some fucking sense in her head, but since it was apparent that she didn’t, he was going to fuck some into her. He didn’t say shit to her though, even when she looked at him for answers, he just kept fucking into her like a battering ram, intent on destroying her pussy in his mad.
Celia moved her hand between her thighs to cover her pussy as if that would ease the ache that had started there from his rough treatment. “Move your fucking hand.” That command did not sound like one she should even contemplate ignoring, but some imp on her shoulder must’ve wanted her to die because she ignored him with a defiant look of her own.
“This is my body I can…” His grin was not one of mirth, and Celia realized too late that she might’ve gone too far. All she kept telling herself when Riley pulled out of her and threw her onto her hands and knees is that he wouldn’t really hurt her. Wrong! Riley couldn’t believe that she’d had the nerve to spew the first shit at him in the van and now had the audacity to say some shit to him in his bed.
“Yours? Your body? Is it, really?” He slammed into her from behind, making her whole body shake with the motion as he drilled his cock deep. Celia grabbed the sheets and held on for dear life as she wondered what she’d unleashed with her wayward tongue. Her pussy was starting to drip because even though he was punishing her, this was her Riley, and well, the dick is always good.
Riley wasn’t trying to bring her off. He had a point to prove. The fact that her pussy was leaking all over his rod only pissed him off further. It’s like she was laughing at him. Here he was putting a hurting on her to teach her a lesson, and she had the gall to be enjoying this shit. Oh crap, he’s lost his mind, Celia thought when she felt her hair gripped hard and her head snapped back on her shoulders.