Exquisite Taste Read Online J.D. Hollyfield

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Suspense, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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“I’m not experienced or beautiful like them.”

“Dammit, Jensen.” He cups my face with his large hand. “Don’t you see? You’re nothing like them because you’re something so goddamn unique. I don’t even know how to define you. You drive me mad. You push all my buttons. You make me want to tie you up and discipline you until you learn to listen, yet I thrive off your rebellion. Your disobedience. I crave your mouth. Your wittiness. Your beauty.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “Being able to be the first and only one to show you what your body wants, craves—that’s what I want.”

Our bodies come together until we’re pressed up against the cold brick. He’s already hard against my stomach and I can’t help but rub my swollen clit against him. “You’re a fucking treasure, you know that?” His mouth is back over mine, kissing me brutally until I’m breathless and lost. “I don’t want you any other way. I want to teach you everything. Be the first to show you. Take you. Anything you feel, experience, I want it to be because I took you there. Made you feel it.” He grinds into me again. “Fuck, if I had to even think about anyone else touching you, I’d kill ‘em.” His hands are wild, traveling up my ribcage, cupping my breasts. I moan loudly, my tongue dancing around his.

“Damien.” His name a low whisper as my hands travel up into his scalp. I cup his head, needing him closer.

“You’re mine. You hear me? This body? Fucking mine. Perfect and pure. All mine to take. Own. Devour.” His fingers latch onto my nipple over my thin shirt, and he pinches hard enough to extract a small yelp from my lips. “The sounds you make, they make me so hard, I can fuck you again and again.” He releases his grip on me and goes back for my skirt.

“Wait,” I stop him, the look in his eyes primal. “We’re in an alley.”

He pauses, taking in our surroundings. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I just…I got carried away. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and leads me to his car.

“Damien, wait. No.” He stops and looks at me. “I…I can’t go back there. To the club.” I can’t in fear of running into Sylvia. I don’t know what else she’s up to. I can’t see her there again.

“Fine. You’re right. We can get a hotel. Then, tomorrow, I’m going to fill you in on so many fucking things, okay?”

Confusion strikes me. I’m not sure what those words mean, but he looks like a plan is brewing. I nod, and he smiles, bringing his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “Good. Now, we have to hurry. I have so many plans to tell you about.”

“I NEED YOU TO KNOW I didn’t send you that letter.”

We’re lying in the most comfortable bed known to man at the Berkshire hotel, one of Chicago’s world class luxurious hotels. Damien brought us here after our very public fight and sexual outburst. He explained to me his original letter was to meet him at the planetarium.

I turn to him. “Well, I certainly didn’t send you a letter telling you to meet me in one of your porn rooms to whip me as you please.” What I saw still unsettles me…and what could have happened had I not walked in.

Damien pulls me to him and kisses my bare shoulder. “You’re not meant for those rooms,” he says, but his comment does nothing to soothe the painful memory.

“Then why did you go? You looked pretty content when I walked in. Would you have known—”

“Don’t even ask that. I would have known.”

“But how could—”

He places his finger over my lips and leans in, replacing the digit with his mouth. “I would have known. There’s not a single person who smells, tastes, and radiates beauty like you do.”

Okay. Fine. I’ll accept that answer if I have to.

“But Sylvia is beaut—”

“You are. In every single way.” He leans over me, pressing my back to the mattress. His lips touch mine, then travel down my neck to my breast. I wince as his tongue grazes my sore nipple. He was anything but gentle last night. The vibrations of his chuckle around my breast send a wave of sensations down my belly, awakening my entire body. My hands thread through his hair, and I close my eyes, enjoying the magic of his mouth.

“I don’t see how this is doing anything for you,” I hum, feeling a wetness build between my legs. “I’m not going to let you flog me or chain me up and choke me until I call you daddy.”

He nips at me, and I suck in a breath. “I’ve already flogged and tied you up. Not huge into choking, but feel free to call me daddy any time.”


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