Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I keep seeing Rosalie’s smile and how fucking gorgeous she looked in the dress. The woman has the sexiest fucking legs I’ve ever seen. I have to admit, I missed seeing them. She’s kept them covered in jeans since she got here.
I need to buy her more dresses and get rid of all the jeans.
I squirt body wash into my palm, and when my hands glide over my skin, I remember the interest in Rosalie’s eyes when she saw me in the suit.
She might hate me, but I’m sure she’s attracted to me.
My fingers wrap around my semi-hard cock, but instead of washing myself, I start to thrust into my fist.
I never jerk off. If I need to release some tension, I get a woman. But the thought of going out and finding a warm pussy holds no appeal for me since Rosalie moved into my house. And most of the women pale in comparison to my Little Rose.
I brace a hand on the wall and let the spray of water hit the back of my neck, and as my thoughts turn to the first time I saw Rosalie lying on her bed with her perfect ass in those tight shorts, I thrust harder, wishing I was balls deep inside her.
My fist tightens until pleasure trickles through my body.
Jesus, what I’d give to have her fingers wrapped around me while she looks at me with those soft brown eyes.
I lose myself in what it felt like to hold her body against mine when I had to restrain her, what a turn-on it was to feed her, and how hot it made me whenever she tried to fight back.
My fist pumps my hard-on until I’m breathless, my mind filled with images of Rosalie.
Christ, I wish I could feel her bare skin against mine.
When I bring up the memory of Rosalie lying beneath me with my fingers wrapped around her throat, her hips bucking to get me off, the orgasm explodes through me.
“Rosalie,” I groan as I slump back against the tiles. I let the orgasm tear through me, my body jerking from the overwhelming pleasure.
I watch as my release hits the tiles and thrust into my fist a couple more times to ride the last of the ecstasy.
When the pleasure fades away, I rest my head against the wall and stare at the water.
It’s clear I’m falling for Rosalie. My sperm washing down the drain is proof of that.
But I’m worried Rosalie will never be able to look at me and not see the man who took part in killing her family.
Blyadʹ.
Just take one day at a time. You have three years to work for her forgiveness.
“Luna, no!” I hear Rosalie’s panicked voice.
My eyebrow pops up because I’m pretty sure it’s coming from my room.
“No, don’t walk and poop all over the place,” Rosalie shrieks.
Turning off the faucets, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Yanking the door open, it’s to see the puppy trying to eat her own shit while Rosalie’s pushing her away so she can wipe it up.
“What. The. Fuck,” I mutter, wondering how the hell this happened. There’s a row of tiny turds over my floor.
Rosalie’s head snaps up, and her eyes go wide as saucers. “Ah… uhm.” Her gaze burns over the waterdrops on my chest, down to the towel, then back to my chest. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she starts blinking faster.
Luna grabs a chunk of shit and beelines out of the bedroom.
“Crap,” Rosalie mutters, then she darts up and runs after the dog.
I start to chuckle, but when Rosalie cries, “No, drop it. Don’t! Eww!” I lose it and burst out laughing.
Sidestepping the remaining shit on the floor, I walk to my ensuite closet and quickly pull on a pair of sweatpants. Just as the fabric covers my cock, Rosalie walks back into my bedroom.
Her eyes zoom in on my pelvis, then she spins around and sputters, “S-sorry. Tell me when you’re dressed so I can clean up.”
“I’m dressed,” I chuckle.
She turns around, and her eyes almost roll out of her head as she tries to look away. “Are you going to put on a shirt?”
“You can be glad I’m wearing sweatpants. I like to sleep naked.” Walking to the bathroom, I grab some toilet paper and hold it out to Rosalie. “I’m not touching the landmines. It’s all yours.”
She takes the toilet paper from me and quickly wipes up the mess, then flushes it down my toilet.
“Where’s Luna?” I ask.
“In my bathroom.” Rosalie looks a little green. “She ate the poop.”
“Yummy,” I tease her.
She points to where the mess was. “Sorry, I wanted to take her outside, but she ran into your room.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down until she starts fidgeting. “Can you make coffee?”