Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
She laughed, and I laughed too. It was contagious.
“I think we need to get some coffee.”
“Mmmkay, but I want a pizza.”
I got two slices. She ate hers and half of mine. The coffee sobered me up pretty fast, but she was still pretty tipsy.
“I’m kind of surprised how much liquor you can handle.”
She nodded, all proud of herself.
We walked into the hotel room, and she said she needed to shower the bar smell off her. It didn’t take long for her to walk out in a small white towel with her long, wet hair framing her beautiful face.
“I feel better,” she announced, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I figured a shower would help. I’m going to take one myself.”
She nodded in a shy way I’d never seen on her before.
I was done fairly quickly and threw on a pair of gym shorts. I found her still wrapped in a towel, sitting against the headboard. Raising my eyebrows in confusion, she took a deep breath and stood before raising her hand and unwrapping her towel.
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth as I watched her drop the white cotton on the floor by her feet.
“You didn’t bring me on this trip and not expect me to fuck you, Luke.” She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to me, never taking her eyes off mine.
Once she was naked, sitting back on her knees, looking up at me through her long thick lashes, I lost my shit.
There was only so much a man could take, and my restraint snapped like a fucking taut string. Exactly how she knew it would.
DUCHESS
He yanked my hair back, and what I saw nearly knocked me on my ass.
There was no lust.
No desire.
No want.
No need.
He just looked sad for me.
So I did the only thing left for me to do. I said the magic word.
“Please…” I begged, expecting it to work.
His eyes widened, and he was suddenly pissed. He jerked my head back farther, leaning right toward my face. “You think that’s gonna do it? You think I’m just gonna lay you down and fuck you? Is that what you want? Treat you like you mean nothin’ to me?”
I was prepared to hear his harshness, not his emotions.
I tried to break free. “Let. Go.”
“Why? We’re just gettin’ started. Spread your legs,” he ordered, pulling me back to lie on the bed to hover me.
My body moved on its own.
“You have the prettiest fuckin’ pussy… but you know that already, yeah?”
He was trying to break me, but I wasn’t going to let him. I wasn’t surrendering to him. I didn’t give a shit what he’d say or do.
My pain was mine.
My hurt was mine.
Not his.
I controlled my emotions.
Not him.
“You want me to touch you, yeah? You want me to lick your cunt and then fuck you with my fingers? You want me to fuck you? That’s what this is about… yeah?” He smacked my pussy, making me squirm.
“Answer me…” He began rubbing my clit back and forth, causing my breath to hitch.
“You want to come on my hand, darlin’?”
I bit my cheek till I tasted blood, and he lapped at my neck as I moved my hands to touch his cock. Before I even had the chance, he let go of my hair and grabbed both of my wrists, placing them securely above my head.
“Who controls your pussy, Duchess? Hmm? Tell me…”
My breathing became erratic, and I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at him anymore.
“Open your eyes.”
I did at the same time as he slid two fingers deep inside me, aiming them right toward my G-spot. He finger fucked me faster and harder, knowing how to play me like a fiddle.
Controlling me.
“Oh God… why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” he mocked, acting coy.
He smiled. It was big and it was bright enough to light up the entire room. “There she is... there you are,” he praised.
My mouth dropped open, and my back arched off the bed. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time I came all over his hand.
LUKE
Her breathing was heavy and deep, and I let go of her, stepping back to let her have some space.
Her skin was bright pink.
She was slightly sweating.
Her clit was so fucking exposed I could see the bright red nub from where I stood. The smell of her arousal was all around me, and she shined brightly with the afterglow of her orgasm.
I didn’t want to hurt her.
I never wanted to cause her pain or distress, but she was right… I did want to own her.
I wanted her to be mine, and I knew she wouldn’t give herself over to me.
To anyone.
The more time I spent with her, the more I wanted to know her. The more I needed to know her. I hated that everything the fortune teller said was true for both of us. I couldn’t take seeing her like that. It physically made me sick knowing what could have happened to her to make her this way.