Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Her eyes dilated with lust, like no one had ever talked to her that way before. The realization made my cock hard. “I want to fuck you,” I breathed out against her ear, continuing my assault down the side of her neck. “So the question really is… can you leave with me now?”
She pressed her delicate hand on my chest, not pushing me back, but not pulling me in either. I didn’t give a fuck that we were in public or that this was her place of employment. They wouldn’t fire her. I’d make sure of it.
“I don’t like waiting.” I glanced up into her eyes, removing my mouth from her neck. Sheer disappointment passed through her eyes.
“Yes,” she practically, fucking moaned.
I ran the tip of my finger along her cleavage, and her chest suddenly rose, making her tits look bigger. She would have let me fuck her up against the wall, but I had other ulterior motives. Ones that involved taking her back to my penthouse.
I didn’t give a shit about her. She was a means to an end. Lexi’s room was the closest to mine. All I had to do was leave my door open. I never brought women back to my penthouse, no one knew where I lived. I made an exception, having no other choice in the matter.
This would prove once and for all I wasn’t the man she thought I was. I’d make her believe I was savoring every thrust. The slapping sounds of my balls against her ass. Every push and every pull.
Her screaming my name, begging me to let her come.
It was what it was.
End of story.
“You’re not staying the night. I don’t cuddle. I don’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear. I don’t make love. I take. And then I take some more,” I stated, emphasizing the words. “I fuck, Julie. I’ll fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”
She took in every word as if I recited poetry.
“After I’m done, I’ll tell you to get the fuck out of my bed,” I crudely added.
Her eyebrows lowered, causing her face to frown. At least I wasn’t a liar.
“Love me or hate me, sweetheart, but lead the fucking way.”
She hesitated for a second, and then pushed off the wall. She hollered to her boss that she was leaving for the day, and walked out. I followed her, nodding toward my limo that was parked on the side. Watching her closely, her demeanor read of a woman who had never done this before. Almost like she was breaking all her rules, knowing that she was putting her job in jeopardy. Shitting on her morals and giving into the desire I promised her.
For a second I felt bad.
I almost wanted to tell her to stay. That it wasn’t a good idea.
Almost…
“Coming or staying?” I asked, walking in front of her. “Trust me… I plan on making you come, a lot.”
She bit her bottom lip, and I silently laughed.
I took her back to my penthouse, knowing Lexi heard everything like I wanted her to. I fucked her exactly how I promised and then some. It was late into the night by the time I was done with her and kicked her the fuck out the same way.
Not even saying goodbye.
I jumped in the shower, needing to wash away my sins. The fact that I caused Lexi pain, when in reality all I wanted to do was to provide her with comfort.
I waited until I knew she would be passed out, probably from the pain medication she took for more than one reason tonight. Her door was now closed, knowing it was open when I came back earlier with my fuck buddy. She had slammed it, shutting out the noise. Really yearning to shut me out.
Or at least trying to.
I slowly opened her door, careful not to wake her. Walking into her room, I hovered over her petite frame, which seemed smaller since I last left her and that was only a few hours ago. She was curled into her pillow, the blanket almost covering her head as if she was trying to drown out the noises coming from my bedroom or possibly her own mind. Even in the dim lighting from the hallway, I could tell she had been crying. Her face flushed, her lips swollen.
I gently brushed the hair away from her face, wanting to feel her soft skin against my callused fingers. She softly moaned in contentment, even in a deep sleep she liked my touch. Although, she probably fucking hated me now that I made her listen to me fuck another woman.
Exactly like I needed her to.
I moved away from her, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, taking a seat in the armchair by her bed.
She needed to stay away from me. I wanted her to stay away from me. I should've made her leave, but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t stay away from her any longer.