Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
A group of punk kids hollering causes us to break apart.
“All right, you win. Should I just stick to Son of Satan?”
I can’t fight the smile growing to match hers. I pull her into me, hugging her body to mine. “I’ll settle with that. As long as I’m allowed to call you mine.”
Two weeks later…
“STOP, PLEASE. I CAN’T TAKE anymore.” I wiggle under Damien’s warm body, begging for a release.
“Tell me what’s on the camera.”
I shake my head, and he goes at it again. His mouth dives to my center and he licks at me, followed by tender bites, until I’m on the brink. Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he stops.
“Tell me.”
“No,” I pant.
“You know you won’t win this. Tell me what’s on the camera, Jensen, and I’ll give you what you want. Or you go to class very uncomfortable.”
He’s not playing fair. He knows I can’t be late for class one more time. The past two weeks, he’s refused to let me out of his sight, so I’ve been waking up in his bed and running into class just as it begins. “You can’t tie me up again. I can’t be late. Plus, I know it wouldn’t be punishing me, it would be punishing you. Seeing me tied up in ropes, naked, probably wet from all the visuals I know you want to do to me. That, Satan’s spawn, would only make you late for your meeting. I feel like I win, so give me my orgasm and I’ll just be on my way.”
His eyes light up. He hates it but loves it when I play his games. Even more so when I win. I know from the way his pupils dilate, he’s wondering just how late he would be if he had a replay of the other night. “You’re an evil little thing.”
“I am. Now, send me to class with a smile.”
“Tell me what’s on the camera. What are you hiding?” If I tell him, he’ll know I was taking pictures of him while he was sleeping like a creepster and I may never show my face again. “Time’s tickin’, pet. Tell me and get your reward, or don’t, be late and grumpy the rest of the day.”
Grumpy is the last thing I can be today. I have my first huge exam in Psych today, which I cannot fail. And considering Ms. Phillips hates me, I also cannot be late. “Fine, God! You win.”
“I always do. Now, spit it out.”
“Ugh,” I grunt, staring up at the ceiling and taking a big breath of air. “I was taking pictures of you while you were sleeping.”
Damien pauses. “You were what?”
“I was photographing you. You looked so peaceful, I wanted to capture the moment. I knew we would never have those moments where we selfied or took pictures together. I know we’re not a couple, and this isn’t a normal relationship, but I just…I wanted something to have…to remind myself you existed. The contract, I know it’s—”
He’s above me, cutting off the last of my words. His kiss is rough as his lips dominate mine. My legs instantly wrap around him and I hug him to me. As much as the words weren’t spoken, the truth of it remains. Our month is up. The past two weeks have been amazing. Nothing I would have ever expected from a ruthless, sex club owner. But time’s up.
Each day closer to the end, my heart began to hurt more and more. Would he send me on my way? Would he extend it? Would he tell me I’m more than just a contract? But each day that passed nothing was said. It was as if the contract was a myth. It didn’t exist between us. It wasn’t truly what defined who we were to one another.
Damien rips his mouth away from mine and drops his lips to my neck. He tries to move down my body, but my legs are still in a death hold around him. “Baby, let me go.”
“I can’t. I’ve lost control of my legs. They’ve gone rogue.” The vibration of his laughter against my skin doesn’t help matters. It only makes me squeeze harder.
“Jesus, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Let me go.”
“No.”
He lifts his head, and I stare into his beautiful eyes. They’re shining with the same expression he’s had on his face for the past two weeks. I’m not sure what it really is. I’ve been telling myself it’s more than just lust. Feeding my mind lies to make this feel more real than it probably is. But in those eyes, I see a man who’s looking at me with intent. With promise of something more than a thirty-day expiration date.
“Jensen, if you don’t release me, I won’t be able to eat that sweet pussy of yours. And trust me, I’m fucking hungry.”