Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come,” she grits out.
Instantly, I stop moving and even move my hands to pin her body to the bed, so she can’t use me to reach her end.
She pops her eyes open to glare at me. “You are a fucking bastard.”
I smile. “Then we were made for each other. Say it, and I’ll make you come so fucking hard. Harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
Her glare could melt ice. But I welcome it, and even more so when she finally says, “I want you to make me come.” My cock pulses deep inside her and I lean into her.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her mouth.
Snaking my hand back between our bodies, I find her clit and pinch it hard between my index finger and thumb while I rock into her body, harder and faster than before.
Seconds is all it takes for her to break around me. Her body clenches my cock in its strong, rhythmic grip. I hold myself off, closing my eyes, focusing on her until her hips ease back to the bed. Then I move again, pounding into her harder until my orgasm rears up, and I press in to the hilt, letting the warm sheath of her body hold me as the pleasure rolls through me in waves.
I might have promised to make her come harder than she ever has in her life, but I just did, too. It takes me a moment to blink through a haze of disorientation and carefully pull from her body’s embrace.
She winces as I do so, and I catch sight of the red sheen along my still semi-hard dick.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back.” I grab a washcloth from the bathroom, wet it with hot water, and return to press it to her pussy.
Her sigh of relief stirs something in my chest. Let alone the fact that she stayed exactly where I told her to, legs splayed, waiting for me to care for her. Maybe she is learning to take direction after all.
Once I clean her gently, I go back to the bathroom and clean myself up.
When I return to the bed, I scoop her up to the top of the bed and tuck her under the covers. She doesn’t protest as I mold myself around her body and draw her into my embrace. Every inch of her is touching me, and I press a kiss to the curve of her neck as she drifts off to sleep.
She might fight how much she wants me, but inside, her body already knows it’s my right to care for her. My right to keep her. My right to control her. And soon, she’ll understand exactly what it means to be mine.
10
Celia
I’ve been in this house for a week. One week since he touched me tenderly and then lit my body on fire from the inside out. Even now, thinking about it, I ache for him, and every day, I grow a little less ashamed of myself for it too.
I lift the neckline of Nicolo’s shirt to my nose, inhaling deeply. It smells like him, like me, like sex. Like I do when I slip my fingers between my legs in the middle of the night and bring myself to orgasm at the memory of his body pressed against mine. Every time he turns those dark, haunted blue eyes on me, I should run in terror, but I’m not.
When I enter the bedroom after breakfast, a black dress bag is lying on the perfectly made bed. The maid already cleaned in here, so Nic must have left it out for me. I cross the room and stare down at the gleaming zipper.
I unzip the bag and fold back the edges. A red dress lays inside. Not like the one he gave me when he held me captive, but a deeper red, more maroon or wine-colored. I lift the hanger out and hold it up to the light. It has got a subtle shimmer to the fabric. The A-line cut will look good on me.
Sarah bustles in the door I left open with a stack of towels for the bathroom. “Pretty dress.”
Since Nic made it clear I’m staying, the staff has warmed up and even deign to speak full sentences to me now. Although Sarah still acts like she couldn’t care either way who I am, as long as I’m willing to clean up after myself.
“Thanks. I assume Nic left it for me.”
“Well, he sure didn’t leave it for me,” she calls from the bathroom.
A chuckle pops out of me, and I lay it back on the bed. He didn’t leave a note explaining if he wants me to save it for later, so I decide to put it on now. Why not, since it’s appropriate for daytime?
I strip off the oversized T-shirt and basketball shorts I wore to breakfast and tug the dress on. Of course, the zipper is in the back, and I have to twist my arms to pull it up.