Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he whispers. “You’ve done so well.”
“Evander,” I say and laugh stupidly. “What the fuck? Did I just come twice?”
“You’ve been so pent up, haven’t you? I can see the frustration in you. I can almost taste it on your pussy. You’ve been carrying a lot inside of you, asteraki mu, but I will help you release some of it tonight.”
My mouth falls open and I stare into his eyes.
And he’s right, god, he’s right. I’ve carried so much inside of me, so much pain and rage and fear, so, so much fear.
So much regret.
But I believe him, right here and now, I believe Evander when he says he wants to help me.
He wants to relieve me.
He wants to take my burden.
He wants to fuck me.
“Birth control,” I choke out.
His eyebrows raise. “Birth control?”
“I’m on birth control.”
“That’s good to know,” he purrs.
“Help me,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him. “Make me forget.”
He slides his massive cock, still slick with my spit, deep between my legs.
It rips into me. Pleasure and pain war in my mind. My back arches, but he’s there, big and strong Evander, kissing my neck and talking in Greek, and I have no freaking clue what he’s saying but I don’t care. I’m a puddle of drooling bliss and I keep cursing and saying his name as he fucks me, nice and slow at first.
But a man like Evander, he won’t be gentle forever.
I buck my hips as I get used to his size. He takes me then, pleasures me, basks in my body. Licks my nipples, bites them hard, laughs as I squirm, and keeps fucking me deep and hard. He’s glorious and shining, and I can’t tell how long I last, but soon I’m coming on his massive cock, coming for a third time and I think my brain might melt from all the endorphins.
My muscles relax and I feel lighter when I’m done.
“Good girl,” he says again and kisses me. “Very good girl, asteraki mu, but I am not finished with you. Not yet, not even close.” He turns me on all fours, legs spread wide. I feel filthy and beautiful and free for the first time in my life, and he fucks me like that, a wild animal taking his prize. I moan for him, I whisper for him, I tell him to fuck me like he’s never fucked before, I beg for him to fill me to the brim. There’s no tomorrow, nothing beyond his moment. I let myself go completely and live second by second.
He comes and I throw back my hair, gasping his name.
We lay tangled in the sheets. I’m curled against his massive chest and he’s breathing slowly, his hand moving down my flank, feeling my ass, stroking up along my spine. I shiver and tilt my chin up and kiss his stubble-covered neck.
“That was—” I start, but there are no words.
“That was a good beginning.”
I let out a shocked laugh. “Uh, beginning? I’m pretty sure you just ripped me in half, big guy.”
“There is more champagne, asteraki mu, and you are still in my bed. I don’t see the sun yet.”
“But—” I don’t have any words for his insatiable beast. I only laugh, feeling giddy and crazy as he pins me down on my back. “Whatever you want,” I say.
His smile is sin and heaven all at once. “My favorite words in the world.”
Chapter 4
Evander
I wake at sunrise.
An hour of sleep will have to be good enough.
I’m tired, but the memory of Camille’s body against mine, her skin glistening with sweat as she rode my cock, her whimpers and moans as she sucked my tip, her drool rolling down my shaft—it was all very much worth one exhausted day.
Even if I have an important meeting soon.
Camille’s breathing is slow and deep. I watch her for a few minutes, enjoying the way the sheets barely cover her body. Weak sunlight makes her seem to glow.
I haven’t fucked like that in a long time.
I haven’t wanted like that in forever.
That was not how I expected the night to go.
I came to the Drake to have a quiet drink and scout out where I’d be having breakfast tomorrow—or in about an hour from now.
Instead, I ran into Camille, and something about her drew me in. It was her desperation, her obvious fear, but also the way she spoke to that bartender like she was going to rip his head off.
I could tell something was wrong. I saw it written all over her: the fear, the confusion. I’m not typically in the business of picking up strays, but I figured, why not do a good deed for once?
God knows I’ve done plenty of bad deeds for a lifetime.
I figured I’d pay her bill. Buy her dinner. Get her a room.
I didn’t think I’d end up deep between her creamy thighs.