Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she breathed out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a gasp.
“Are you wet for me?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything. She just nodded, pressing her forehead into the wall.
I pulled her hair from her face on one side so I could see how red her cheeks were. Whether it was arousal or embarrassment, I really didn’t care.
She was going to take my cock like a good girl and do as she was told.
I reached down and roughly yanked up her skirt.
My cock had been rock hard since the second I had walked into this apartment.
The second she’d fought back, I was ready to take her against this wall.
She had tried to fight me.
Tried to fight the inevitability of us.
Eddie didn’t want to want me, but that wasn’t going to stop me. Nothing could stop me at this moment.
She had tried to fight our attraction, and I had won.
I grabbed her panties and yanked them to the side, not bothering to pet her little clit or to make sure that her cunt was ready for me.
I knew it was. I knew she was wet for me when I broke down her door.
It wouldn’t be the first time fighting me had made her wet. Or me hard.
She was made to be owned by me, so the last thing I needed to do was to check and see if she was ready. She would always be ready.
I grabbed her hips, tilting them back, and shoved my way in.
She was so wet, so hot, and still so tight, the slick of her velvet heat gripping my cock. She moaned at my first thrust and arched her back, urging me to go deeper.
I fucked her hard and fast with everything I had.
This was meant to be a punishment. I’d intended to rile her up and leave her wanting, but I just couldn’t do it. I reached around to her front, working my hand into her shirt so I could pinch her nipples while I fucked her.
“Do you like your punishment, my dirty little whore?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“If you like this so much, why do you fight me so hard? This could be so much better if you didn’t have to fucking fight me every time you wanted my cock,” I rumbled.
I wasn’t even sure I believed my own words.
The reason this was so intense and so carnal was because she didn’t just give in, she didn’t just drop to her knees, ready to serve me like every other woman had as soon as they heard my last name.
Eddie made me earn it with her. She didn’t want to want me the way she did.
Her desire for me was carnal, not financial.
Like mine for her, it was something more than just a quick release of tension.
She was my prize, and I was claiming her.
I had earned her. She was mine.
“Prove it,” I growled. “Come on my cock.”
I didn’t know if it was because I demanded it or if she needed it as much as I did, but my words were enough to push her over the edge.
Her tight body squeezed my cock, pulsing around it as she arched her back, biting her bottom lip to muffle a scream of pleasure.
The intensity made my vision white out for a moment as I filled her with stream after stream of my come.
It took me a moment to regain my bearings, but when I did, all I wanted to do was lie Eddie down somewhere safe and wrap my arms around her. I wanted her safe, warm, and with me, always.
“Fuck,” she gasped as I let her down and she straightened her skirt. “That was more intense than in the office.”
Her words brought me out of my anger- and lust-filled haze.
She brought me back down to earth as the volatile mix of emotions and desire receded.
Reality, far colder than her apartment, hit me.
Goddammit. Fuck.
She was willing, but that did not make this appropriate.
It did not make this okay. It didn’t even make this legal.
What was worse was what I had done after I had broken her door.
Any one of the crackheads who lived in this building could have walked by and seen us. They could have filmed us and used it to blackmail her or me, or they could have done something much worse.
I had broken the door of her apartment, putting her in danger.
I couldn’t be like this to her.
She deserved so much better. This wasn’t right.
It wasn’t fair to her.
My engagement may just be a business deal, but it was still binding, and it still meant that I could never give her what she deserved.
I could give her a quick fuck. I could even set her up in a penthouse apartment and pay for law school, but I could never give her a true home. I would always be demanding more from her than I could give of myself.