Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
His thumb tips my chin upward. “Why must you defy me, Luxury?”
“Victor.” I exhale deeply, attempting to expel the innate need I have to please, serve, and allow my world to revolve around him.
Why I’m here? Why set myself up for heartache again?
From the start, the setup was designed for my downfall.
I coveted one night.
I partook in three fervid nights of ecstasy, praise, and worship.
Dr. Finch took a scalpel to the epicenter of my heart, which had already been plucked in a trillion directions. He divided the tarnished vessel into two halves. On the one hand, I’m afraid the Brit will vanish from my life, maybe not today or tomorrow. On the other hand, I crave madness—some of it—like salacious touches and scandalous kisses. The adventure Mom declared was always meant to be mine.
He unraveled me.
Made me stronger.
It might not appear so when my knees relent to gravity before him, but I’ve never fought my demons. I’d internalized every negative word said.
I made me the problem.
My freckles my rival.
My shy demeanor an invincible enemy.
Now, my heart’s dichotomized, and I’ll still need that sucker if Victor’s pulling a fast one.
I shove aside self-preservation for hope.
A hope that we can withstand our differences.
A prayer that I’ll never plunge off his rollercoaster.
Pulling back my shoulders, I retort, “I’m not a belonging that you can pet at will. I’m a human with a soul. All I ask is that you treat me like it.”
“I make you happy.” Again, it's not a question, his irrelevant to my statement belief.
“Yes, you capture all my senses. I get so friggen elated, so lost in you, I can’t come down. If we’re going there again, be honest, Vic. How long will you stay?”
Grabbing a tuft of raven hair, Victor grouses, “I’ve no bloody answer, Little One. The research I oversee at Greco—”
“All that matters is you won’t be here indefinitely. If you can’t see past my next orgasm . . . I’ll take one more for the road then.” My mouth sets in determination.
“Part ways?” His brow kicks. Victor gets on his knees before me. His hands disappear beneath my skirt, and my pussy rains at his intense touch. “Can you deny me?”
“You know your way around my body, Vic. We both know damn well that I’m at a disadvantage. Sex is the only condition between us, huh? What have I denied you, Vic? I’ve given you my body. What have you—”
Nails bite into the insides of my thighs, cleaving them apart. “Am I capable of bloody denying you, Luxury? Look at me as I speak to you!”
My eyes snap to the bedlam brewing in his.
“I’m a prideful bloke fallen to his bloody knees, prostrate before his queen. Groveling—”
“Vic—”
“You’re not the one rejected, Little One! I am! Say you’re mine.”
“If I’m yours, are you mine, Vic? You’re so accustomed to me, me, me. What part of you are you offering in return, huh?” He deprives me of all thought as his head disappears beneath my skirt. Damn, Victor’s prone to snatching off items as I watch in shock. I move my hand down to intercept his touch, trying to save my panties despite his head being covered and out of sight. Victor wrenches my arms behind me. Ruthless hands grab onto my thong, shredding it from my taut, anxious flesh.
At his touch, I jerk, aiding Victor in his merciless thrusting. My slit is under an agonizing attack, pushing me over the edge. A shudder chases after me as his tongue possesses me without remorse. I’m weak to his touch, unable to shove the skirt away to watch his debauchery. Victor lifts my thighs, opening my lush folds further. Eyes glazing over, I spread myself wider—an offering to his harsh worship.
He fastens his mouth on the throbbing folds of my pussy, kissing my treasure as one would a lover returned from war. If my channel required air, she would’ve perished.
Victor rises, mouth glazed with my cream and his satisfaction. His cruel hand captures the nape of my neck. The fragrance of my liquid lust is on Victor’s lips. My breath is beautifully stolen.
Pressing a hard kiss on my throat, Victor then hisses against my clavicle. “Have you finished depriving us? Give me you, Luxury. Your body craves my control.”
This vigorous movement of his only takes a nano second as he trails his way beneath my skirt again. Finally, Victor takes on a languid pace. Hungry lips brand my clit. My body speaks a language only Victor can decipher. His tongue dips out and twirls around the soft, tiny bulb.
Adding depth to his rhythm, Victor softly kisses my clit. The tiny, tender bulb becomes his sole focus—all in a desire to obtain my complete and utter submission.
“Luxury, to whom do you belong?”
“Victor, please. This is just sex,” I murmur, a deep rupture dividing my resolve. But it’s not just sex, which is an aphrodisiac and something to be feared.