Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
I groan into her neck as she palms my cock. I don’t even know how she got into my briefs so fast, but I don’t fucking care. When she slides her thong aside, and I feel how soaked she is for me, the primal part of my brain takes over.
I grab her by the hips and slam her down on my cock, and she cries out. It’s nothing like the first time I took her. This is a different animal altogether, and Bianca proves that when she bites at my neck and rakes her nails down my back. She’s leaving her mark all over me, and it’s so fucking hot I want to blow my load right now. But not until I make her come so hard she’ll never forget who owns this.
I yank down the top of her dress and latch onto her nipple while she rides me. My fingers work her clit, and Bianca’s head falls back, giving me full access to every inch of her. She’s so goddamn beautiful. I want all of her, all the time, and knowing I can’t have her is driving me fucking crazy.
“Madden,” she chants my name, her fingers sliding through my hair and tugging. “Please.”
I want to draw it out. I want to claim every inch of her. But the logical part of me knows we don’t have the luxury of time. So I give it to her hard and fast, and I don’t stop until she comes all over my cock.
Her body continues to pulse around me when she meets my gaze and pulls my lips to hers. She doesn’t say a word when I grunt out my release, unloading inside her completely raw. The deviant in me likes it far too much, and the orgasm is still thrashing my nerve endings when she slips her tongue inside my mouth and tastes me.
Ten minutes later, we haven’t stopped pawing at each other, and I know we could both go at it again. I could go at her all night. But we know what’s at stake here, though neither of us has admitted it.
When she finally pulls herself off me, and my come drip down her thighs, it gives me a sick sort of pleasure.
“I’m on birth control now,” she tells me. “It’s okay.”
I nod, even though I wouldn’t care if she wasn’t. All this has managed to do is feed the beast inside me who wants her for himself.
“I need to get back to the party before anyone notices,” she says apologetically.
“Do you love him?” The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it.
She’s quiet for a long time, and her answer is barely a whisper. “You already know who has my heart, Madden. I told you when I left the ranch. Nothing has changed.”
I can’t think of that goodbye note. All it does is serve to remind me that she left. She chose him. And even if it isn’t logical, it pisses me off.
“So you’re going to stay with him,” I say. “Take on a lifetime acting gig? Do you not think he’s going to catch on at some point?”
“He’s not with me because he loves me,” she croaks. “He wants to own me, but he’ll still do what he wants with who he wants.”
“Sounds like a dream come true,” I reply.
Her eyes shoot up to mine, sparking with anger all over again. “What choice do I have? You know him. There’s not a chance in hell he’d let me go amicably. If he ever found out about us, he wouldn’t think twice about ruining my family, and you know it.”
On some level, I know she’s right. Stefan taught Adam to be ruthless in business, and there wouldn’t be any talking him out of it. If he were to find out the truth, more than anything, I think it would destroy him because it was his own brother. Adam has always had a competitive streak, and even though I took myself out of the game a long time ago, he still feels like he has something to prove. I don’t know what the fallout would be like, but I know when I look at Bianca, I don’t have another solution for her. It doesn’t matter which angle I examine it from. The results will always be the same.
I hang my head and quietly acknowledge our reality. I have nothing to offer her right now, and Adam can give her everything—money, security, and a chance to save her father. If I were a better man, I would tell her to run far away from me and never look back. Instead, I say the only thing I can manage.
“You should go back to Adam. He might come looking for you soon.”
“He’s been gone for the past hour,” she says. “He’s probably hooking up with one of his admirers.”