Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
If challenged, I’d have to admit Grecia’s owned me since the first time I truly looked at her in college, maybe even before. From the moment her pretty eyes landed on mine, I could see her inner strength. She wore her resilience like a perfume as she held her head high above the shit we grew up around.
“Is this what you’ve wanted for the past few months? To bring me to a bedroom so you can have your wicked way with me,” she sasses me with an arched brow.
I can’t deny that I’m tempted to bend her over and mark her ass with my handprint. I’d enjoy that more than anything, but I’m not sure of her limitations. I don’t know what she’s willing to try.
“Stop being a brat, Grecia,” I tell her as I move into the room and toward the glass doors that lead out onto the bedroom balcony.
“I’ve watched you break so many hearts, Tarian, especially in the last few months,” she tells me, and I realize that no matter how hard I’ve tried to hide the number of women who’ve been in my bed, she’s seen them all.
I’ve been using hookups to forget Grecia exists, but I’ve found that each time I’m with one of them, it’s her face that comes to mind.
“And?” I challenge as I open the balcony doors to allow the chill of the night breeze to sweep through the bedroom. I need it to cool me because my blood is red-hot as it races through my veins.
“I know what you were doing,” she says, brushing past me and stepping out onto the balcony beyond.
I watch as her hands grip the steel railing, and I take in the curves of her hourglass figure that have tempted me all these years.
Right now, it doesn’t matter that we’re not in my home. All I can think about is that we’re in a bedroom and alone together, finally. There won’t be any interruptions this time. There’s nothing to stop me from claiming what’s mine.
When I join her on the balcony, I stand behind her, close enough so the curve of her ass presses against my groin. My mouth trails over the shell of her ear as I lean in, and I feel the shiver that trickles through her.
“I was trying to forget you, Grecia. But I couldn’t get you out of my mind,” I whisper in her ear. “I realize now I was waiting for you to come to me, goddess. I wanted you to make the first move.” With every word that falls from my lips, she leans back until her body is flush with mine. “You see, Grecia, I always get what I want. I’m a Crown. It’s in my blood.”
“Do you think that’s what makes you so irresistible?” she questions as she turns, and her tits press against my chest.
“Perhaps. Or maybe it’s my good looks, pretty blue eyes, and charm. You know, the usual stuff,” I tell her. “Or maybe it’s my rather large cock.”
This causes her to laugh out loud. “Now you’re just making stuff up.”
“You don’t believe me?” Tilting my head to the side, I watch her cheeks turn from the smooth, tanned color to a soft pink. “I’ll gladly show you.”
“If this happens between us,” she tells me then, her gaze locked on mine. “I don’t want to see another woman anywhere near you.”
“That will be rather difficult when I’m at work or out in public, goddess.”
I know what she means, but I want her to say it out loud. I want to hear how jealous it makes her when she sees me in the company of another woman.
She reaches her hand out and tangles her fingers in my hair, then tightening her hold, she pulls sharply on the strands. The harsh tug makes my dick throb. No woman has ever been aggressive with me before or touched me in a way that wan’t gentle or submissive. But no matter how much I enjoy Grecia taking some control, I intend to make sure I always have the upper hand.
“Do you really think you can top me, goddess?” I challenge as I mimic her actions and twist her chestnut waves around my fingers.
She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I can, and I will,” she responds as she rises onto her tiptoes. Then leaning in, she darts her tongue out and gently tastes my lips. Her warmth is like a drug that I want to shoot up to continue the high. “If you fuck me, Tarian Calvert, that rather large, pierced cock is all mine.”
The corner of my mouth kicks up, and I know I’m smirking at her. I can’t help it. She’s beautiful. I love the fire that dances in her eyes and the unspoken threat in her voice.