Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I squeeze my fists tight, focusing on breathing through my mouth so I can ignore both her body's clean soapy scent and the food's heady richness. “I told you not to fucking come back in here, didn’t I?” My voice is so deep that I don’t even recognize it.
Her T-shirt rustles as she shifts closer, sitting up on her calves. “Well, you already know how good of a listener I am. Let me do this. I owe you.”
I drop my gaze to her nipples, poking invitingly from the white cotton of the T-shirt. I can even see the pink shadow of her nipples beneath the fabric. Fucking hell. I unclench my fist and press the heel of my palm against the top of my erection, trying to ease some of the ache.
Her hand trails up my thigh to the edge of my boxer briefs, and I almost jump out of my skin. I snatch her wrist, squeezing, feeling her delicate bones in my grasp.
When she doesn’t jerk her arm free, I tighten my grip, squeezing enough that she can feel how close to the edge I am. “I said get the fuck out and don’t come back.”
I release her, but the brat still doesn’t listen. Instead, she rises up on her knees, spreads her thighs, and straddles my own thighs. My hips rise up involuntarily, and I slam my free hand on the tile to hold myself back against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She looks me in the eye, with us almost even, and reaches down to grab my aching cock through my underwear. “Despite people dubbing you the animal, I know you’re not stupid. Now let me help you.”
I hiss through my nose, closing my eyes to block out the sight of her in my lap. “You have no fucking idea how close I am to snapping. If you touch me, I will hurt you. I promise.”
She leans and brushes her lips along my stubbed jaw. Her skin is so soft against mine. “Then hurt me. Use me. Fuck me the way you need to fuck me. I can take it.”
My hand strays up to wrap around the back of her ass of its own volition. I stare down at her again, my jaw aching from clenching it so hard. “I’m not like them. When I take you, I want you soaked for me. Screaming. Writhing. I want you spread open like a hero’s feast waiting for me to take my fill.”
Her eyes grow rounder as I speak, but the gentle tilt of her hips toward me—against me—threatens to be my undoing.
She swallows loudly. “Then do that. Do whatever you want or need to.”
I fist her borrowed boxer briefs in my hand, squeezing the material hard enough to rip it. “Not like this. Not while you’re drugged, and I’m drugged. Not while I’m fighting for every bit of my control. I’m not like them.”
She folds her hand around mine and eases it carefully to the front of her body. I hiss out another breath as my fingers brush the heat of her. Even through the underwear, she’s warm and wet. Touching her is like sticking my hand into the flames of fire and expecting not to get burnt. I know the outcome, yet I’m still tempted to do it.
“I’m not drugged. I have a high tolerance, thanks to their testing. All the drugs left my system last night. You don’t have to be afraid to hurt me. I can take it. I’m a big girl. Let me make the choice myself. Now touch me.” A moment passes, and then another. I can see how much she wants this, how much she cares. It’s etched into her features. “Let me do this for you,” she adds. The very last frays of my control are in danger of snapping. Her scent makes me rock my hips up toward her, despite my threats, my words telling her to leave me alone to my misery.
I cup my hand underneath her so my fingers can splay wide and let me hold all of her pussy in my hand. “You have no idea what you are unleashing. If you don’t leave now, I’m going to hurt you, and I’m going to fucking enjoy every second of it.”
She leans in so her mouth brushes against mine in barely a whisper. “Then hurt me if that’s what you need. Hurt me until I scream for you.”
17
CILLA
Part of me feels guilty for pushing him right now. I should climb off his lap and get out of here, especially with him so close to the edge. But I can’t bring myself to let go of him. After all the back and forth we’ve had for the past week…I’m tired of waiting. Bonus, if it helps him take some of the edge off, then we both get what we need right now.