Beauty in Lingerie Read Online Penelope Sky (Lingerie #2)

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lingerie Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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He stepped closer to me, his green eyes bright against his tanned skin. He’d shaved that morning, but the shadow of new hair growth was starting to sprinkle his chin. He stopped inches away from me, wearing an expression I’d seen hundreds of times.

He wanted me.

I pulled my shirt over my head and covered my body. I didn’t want that heated stare any longer. I used to feed on it, used to feel beautiful because of it. But now, I felt like one of the many. The second he was finished, I wouldn’t be in his thoughts anymore. I should be grateful he went out of his way to be gentle with me, especially for my first time, but it was hard to feel grateful when I was hurt.

No, I was crushed.

He moved toward me then placed his hands on my hips. His fingertips pressed into the cotton of my shirt, the pressure igniting my senses. Instantly, I felt my body come alive. I could smell his cologne, feel his arousal, and sense his desire. Naturally, my body prepared to take him because that’s what it wanted. I had been so eager for him last night, fantasizing about his kiss and his touch. I’d never gotten the release from that moment.

Looked like my body had more power than my mind.

He pressed his forehead to mine and brought me closer into him.

I wanted to fight it because he hurt me. But fighting it would only prolong the inevitable. I could take a stand, but that stand wouldn’t last long. My situation wouldn’t change, not unless I came up with a hundred million dollars to pay my debt to Conway. And even then, I would still need more money to pay Knuckles, along with my other bills.

I was stuck.

May as well make the best of it.

He moved his hand into my hair, and he tilted my face, forcing me to look at him. “I know you’re mad at me, but I want you. I’ve wanted you all night and all day.” His fingertips slid under the fall of my hair, and his hand inched underneath my shirt to my stomach.

He made me melt with just those simple words. I wanted to submit, and not just to please him, but to please myself. If I took the emotional heartache out of the picture, I knew I would need sex while living there. Conway was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, so if I could pick anyone, it would be him. Perhaps I needed to accept my circumstances instead of trying to make it mean something. It was just casual sex, meaningless and empty.

When I didn’t pull away, he leaned in to kiss me.

I turned my face away, giving him my cheek and hiding my lips.

No kissing. If this was just casual fucking, then no kissing. Kissing meant a lot more to me than anything else, so that was off the table. It was the only way I could protect my feelings. I always grew weak in the knees when his lips were on mine. It was when I felt most connected to him, felt the emotion in my heart.

I would never kiss him again.

I pulled my shirt over my head then unclasped my bra.

Conway’s eyes roamed over my body, the heat entering his gaze.

“You can have some of me. But you can’t have all of me.” I pulled my thong down next, then moved to the bed. I turned my back to him, not wanting to look at his face. I crawled on the bed, my position on all fours.

His jeans hit the ground, and he yanked his shirt over his head. He came up behind me, and when his knees hit the mattress, it sank. He inched closer to me then grabbed my hips. He leaned over me and pressed kisses to my spine.

I didn’t want that either. “Don’t kiss me, Conway.”

His breaths fell onto my skin, the heat and moisture gliding down my spine. He rested his forehead against the back of my neck, but he restrained from pressing his full lips against my warm skin.

He put his weight on the balls of his feet then gripped my hips as he positioned me against him.

I stared straight ahead, waiting for his massive cock to move inside me.

He pointed his head at my entrance and then pushed. My slickness lubricated my channel, and he glided inside without resistance. He inched all the way into me until he was completely sheathed. An audible moan escaped his lips.

I bit my bottom lip so I’d stay quiet.

He pulled on my hips as he thrust into me at the same time, moving deep and hard every time. His thick cock stretched me apart, and his length hit me in the right spot every time. His pace was perfect, giving it to me at a regular rhythm that ignited the fire inside me.


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