Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Yasmin?” I finish for him.
He nods shortly, jaw going even tighter than usual.
“Partly,” I whisper. “But it’s not just that, not just her. It’s—Oh, God, Jamie. I don’t even know how to say it. It’s so embarrassing. I’m going to be twenty years old in a couple of months.”
“You can tell me,” he says, voice rumbling like a volcano getting ready to erupt.
But is he going to erupt in rage, lust, disappointment?
I extricate myself from his embrace again and walk closer to glass, glad that it’s so clear it’s like it’s not even there.
It doesn’t reflect my image back at me.
It doesn’t show me my uncertainty and the pain twisting in my gut.
“I’m a virgin, Jamie,” I whisper.
He says nothing.
Because there’s nothing to say.
We both know this changes everything.
Chapter Ten
Jamie
I stare at her as she looks out at the city, her back heaving as her breath comes quickly.
For long moments I can only let my eyes flit up and down that curvy body of hers, which is all the sexier now that I’ve touched it and found that she’s as hot and full as she looks.
Her ass felt fucking heavenly, so much gorgeous fullness there to grab and palm, so much of her to indulge in.
My cock is a stiff rod of tension in my shorts as I fixate on her sweatpants, the material creased from where I grabbed and pleased her.
“Did you hear what I said?” she murmurs, still gazing out at the city. “I said I’m a—”
“I heard you,” I growl, hardly able to restrain the rumble in my voice, the carnal ache of it. “Night sky—stars.”
“Night … what the heck?”
The glass walls of the enclosure dim to complete blackness and then a few glittering starry lights appear, shining down on us, and then more, and more and more until the whole black landscape of the glass has transformed into an all-encompassing night sky.
“Door—lock,” I growl.
From the edge of the sky, the glass door gives a click that tells me it’s locked.
Jade turns to me, biting her lip like she doesn’t know how crazy it drives me.
“How is this even possible?” she says.
“Like I said—”
“Perks of the job,” she finishes with a cute-as-hell head tilt.
“Exactly,” I snarl. “Because I don’t want anybody interrupting us right now.”
I stalk over to her and grab her by the hips, pulling her possessively toward me so that she’s pushed right up against me again. My cock gives a savage thrum and deep within something ancient roars at me to impregnate this goddess before it’s too late, to take her now, to claim that needy womb like only I can.
“Do you think being a virgin makes me want you less? You naïve girl. It makes me want you more. I’ll be the first man to fuck that wet cunt like you deserve.”
“Jamie, I don’t think I can,” she whimpers. “Not yet. I thought this would put you off.”
“Is that what you want?” I say, leaning so close that I can smell her womb-laden scents on her, the glory of her just-Jade smell. “To put me off?”
“It’s what I should want,” she whimpers. “It’s what we should both want, isn’t it?”
I can’t disagree with her, but there’s also no way I can take my hands away from this perfect body, curves sent straight from heaven to drive me crazy. I try to imagine letting her go now, moving on with her life, and finding another man, and I can’t.
Every scenario where she eventually finds somebody else ends up with me in prison for taking that motherfucker apart.
Because he touched what’s mine.
She belongs to me.
“It’s complicated,” I say. “I won’t deny that. But I also won’t deny that right now there are more important things to worry about.”
“Jamie …”
“Not sex,” I snarl. “I’ll only take that wet virgin hole when you’re ready, Jade, but there’s no way I’m letting you leave here without giving me a taste.”
“A t-taste?” she whispers.
“A taste,” I snarl. “You heard. Follow me.”
I take her hand and lead her to the edge of the night sky, the stars beaming down on us, and then I grab the recliner cushioned chair that I had moved for our workout session and drag it away from the wall.
“Lie down,” I tell her.
She bites her lip and leans away from me, her green eyes sparkling with uncertainty.
“Lie. Down,” I growl. “I won’t ask you again. You belong to me and I’m going to taste that wet pussy. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, shifting her thighs as though she can barely stand the tension there. “Okay. I’m sorry, Jamie.”
I smirk. “Don’t be sorry. Just do what you’re told.”
She lies on the recliner and sits back, and for a second I just stare at her, her hoodie hugging those large breasts and her face blazing red and virginal.
Everything about her is so sinfully innocent, ready for a beast like me to take her and use her any way I want.