Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“What do you mean? You’re not free—”
“I’m as locked up as you are.” Groaning, he drags a reverent hand down my spine, gripping and kneading the cheeks of my backside. “Dear God, you are fucking perfect. Every forbidden inch. I have to get out of here before I do something I can’t take back.”
“Do it,” I murmur, tilting my hips up. “I’ve dreamed about you—”
“Stop,” he growls, tortured. “Tell me you trust me. That you’ll stay beside me all night.”
The fact that he’s going to stop before taking away the horrible, pressing tension inside of me brings frustrated tears to my eyes. “No.”
His palms comes down hard on my buttocks, followed by a second spanking, making me whimper. And then I’m listening to him search for something in his pocket. “You refuse to give me your word that you’ll stay by my side? Then you’ll carry a reminder of me everywhere you go.” Droplets of silky liquid fall unexpectedly between the cheeks of my bottom. Before I can turn to find out what’s happening, Pace is using his thumb to spread the moisture…there.
Over and around the pucker of my rear.
I start to kick my legs, attempting to turn back over, but he holds me down with a forearm. “What are you—”
Something enters me. There.
It’s unpleasant at first. Foreign. Uncomfortable.
I wrestle around to stop the pressure, but my movements become more sensual as the pressure starts to feel…welcome. Like something I’ve been searching for without realizing. My knees dig into the mattress, and I roll my hips, seeking…something. Friction maybe?
“W-what is that?”
Pace is panting. “It’s a plug.” He jiggles the object inside of me and I cry out. “It stays right here until I take it out and put in something bigger.”
I’m trying not to moan at the idea of more pressure. “But what is it for?”
“Think of it as a placeholder for my cock, princess.” He rolls me over onto my back and slants his mouth over mine, really, actually kissing me for the first time—and my blood becomes a river rapid, rushing and crashing and churning. This is it. The moment I’ve dreamed about since the first time I saw Pace and my messed-up infatuation began. I toe off my panties and circle my legs around his hips. I open my mouth, letting him explore me with his tongue, memorizing his harsh rakes of breath, the gratified sounds he makes in his throat, the affection he’s trying very hard to keep at bay. It’s there. It’s in every satisfied stroke of his tongue against mine.
“Just be my good girl for one more day, Magnolia,” Pace begs against my mouth. “I will reward you for decades to come.”
“Tell me why one day is so important and…” I close my eyes and glory in the thick inches grinding against my naked flesh. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
A dangerous glint pops in his eyes. “Very soon, I’m going to do whatever I want to you, regardless.”
I slap him across the face. Hard.
He pins my wrist and snarls against my mouth. But the anger ebbs from him slowly, slowly, until he’s rubbing his forehead against mine, his expression agonized with regret. “I deserved that. I deserved that. You just make me so fucking crazy.” His breath shudders out into my hair. “God. I have to get out of here before I take your virginity.”
Tears rush to my eyes. He’s spanked me, threatened me and put a foreign object inside of me and yet, I know the second he leaves, I’m going to miss him. “Don’t go.”
Pace kisses me hard. “Very soon, I’ll never leave your side again.”
With that, he throws himself off the bed and strides from the room, a shaking hand ransacking his overlong hair. He slams the door behind him, leaving it shaking on the hinges. And I’m left with throbbing nerve endings, unfulfilled hunger for Pace and a lot of questions that he didn’t respect me enough to answer.
With that last thought in the forefront of my mind, I waste no time forming an escape plan. Because there is no way in hell I’m going to that ball tonight.
Chapter Two
Mateo
What kind of fucked up family is this?
Did I save Magnolia all those years ago from the sickening tastes of our evil foster father only to have her fall into the bowels of something much worse?
Yes. It appears so.
A house of crime, secrets and blurred lines.
I lower the binoculars from my eyes, not surprised in the least that I have an erection, even though I just watched Magnolia Van Dam squirm around beneath another man—a man who she’s been living with for six years. A man who is reported to be more like a brother to her. That being said, there isn’t a straight man alive that wouldn’t get hard after seeing that sweet angel without her clothes on. Lord in heaven, she has grown up considerably.