Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“You’re so wet, Princess.” He groaned against my chest. “Have you been this wet all along?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. I wished my body would stop grinding, but I knew I was absolutely unable to contain myself at this point.
“I need a condom,” he breathed. “I want to fuck you like this. I want you to ride my cock with that wet pussy.”
“Oh God.” I threw back my head. This was unlike anything else I’d ever done. The dirty talk, the naughty things. Every time I was with Ben, he brought something to the table that I hadn’t known I was missing, and I knew I’d never be the same. Because of him.
“Reach for the condom. Back pocket of my jeans.” He leaned in, his tongue swirling on my left nipple.
I reached for the pocket in his pants on the floor, not without hardship. My entire body was vibrating now. His fingers were inside my pussy and sliding against my clit, his tongue on my nipple as his other hand worked the other breast. I was sure I’d die from overstimulation. Somehow, I managed to retrieve and open the condom.
“Slide it on me, Princess.” His voice was gruff, and even gruffer when I did as I was told. “Such a good girl. Yes.”
I wasn’t going to survive Ben Drake. There was absolutely no chance of it. I knew that now more than ever. Not when he could touch me like this and make me feel this way.
“Ride me, baby.” He grabbed my hips and settled me over him, sliding me down ever so slowly, inch by inch. My breath lodged in my lungs as he filled me. He was huge, but somehow, my body welcomed him. “Ride me, Princess. Ride me.”
So, I did.
“Fuck,” I said, my heart in my throat as I moved on top of him. “Oh my Gggggggggod.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he chanted. “Pilar. Fuck me, Pilar.”
Spurred on by his pleas and the way everything inside of me seemed to vibrate, I rode him hard and fast, my nails digging into his strong shoulder blades as his fingers dug into my hips, my ass, any part of me he could reach and use to control the tempo. I threw my head back, feeling another orgasm build from deep inside me and gripped him so hard I was sure I’d draw blood.
As I reached ecstasy, I shouted his name and kept on shouting as he yelled mine and pumped into me harder than before. I shook and vibrated against him as my eyes closed, then I felt him kiss the top of my head as he whispered, “So perfect for me.”
I was trying to be quiet as I walked out of his flat and shut the door behind me, but I gasped loudly when I turned around and found a woman and a little boy standing there.
“Hi.” I frowned, confused. This floor housed only Ben’s apartment, and he was asleep.
“Hi.” The woman smiled, a kind expression that reached her blue eyes. “Is Ben in there?”
“He’s sleeping.” I felt my frown deepen. “He told me the door locks as soon as it shuts.”
“That’s okay.” She wiggled the key in her hand. “I have a key.”
“Oh.” I moved to walk away from the door, still looking at her. “Are you family?”
“I guess.” She laughed. “If girlfriends are considered family.”
“And sons,” the little boy said, speaking for the first time since I’d seen them.
“G-g-girlfriend and son?”
“Ex-girlfriend,” she corrected. “We are definitely not together anymore.”
“But he is…his…son.” I was stuttering, but I couldn’t wrap my head around what I was hearing.
“He hasn’t told you,” she said, and she sounded as heartbroken as I felt. I shook my head, blinking back the tears I felt coming on.
I didn’t care that Ben had a son or a serious ex-girlfriend. I just couldn’t understand how he could keep those things from me. They seemed like the sorts of things someone would reveal on a first date, or a second, maybe even a third. We’d spent so much time together. Nearly every waking moment together in Ibiza and here since we’d gotten back. My heart felt as if it might beat out of my chest.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said. “Truly. I am. I thought he’d said something. If he brought you here.”
“He didn’t.” I wiped the tear that trickled down my cheek and smiled at the little boy, who looked just like his father—brown curls, caramel skin, green eyes. “It was so nice to meet you both.”
I walked away and into the elevator. The minute the doors closed, I started to cry.
CHAPTER 26
Pilar
On top of everything else that had fallen upon me, we’d just received confirmation that two of my four tires had been slashed before the accident. There were no longer any lingering doubts in my mind. I knew for certain that Kayla had been behind it. Would there be a way to prove it? I didn’t know. What I did know was that I wanted her arrested for it. I wasn’t a vindictive person, but my brother was still recovering from the accident. Aramis could have died. I could have died had I been driving. My lower lip quivered at the thought of it. When my phone rang again and I saw Ben’s name on the screen accompanied by a picture of us together on the balcony in Ibiza, I thought I might lose it all over again.