Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
He clears his throat, and I force myself to look up. When my eyes meet his, he’s smirking like a cocky fucking bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Well, two can play this game.
“Everything okay?” Killian asks in a concerned tone. “I was in the shower.”
Wordlessly, I stroll past him and into his condo. I hear the door close behind him. When I turn around, he’s standing less than a foot away from me with his arms crossed over his chest. I refuse to stare at his body, not wanting to get sidetracked. He might’ve started this damn game by going to my mom, but I’m going to win. I’m the ice queen when it comes to freezing out my emotions. I have slept with numerous men in the last several months and not once felt a single thing toward any of them. Not a single emotion. Not a single orgasm. Not a single ounce of pleasure. Nothing. And I can do it right now. Killian wants to treat me like a whore then I’ll give him what he wants.
Stepping closer to him, I make sure my game face is on. The one that has men who are higher up than him falling to their knees and begging for me to pleasure them. His emotions are written all over his face: nervous, wary, cautious. He’s unsure of how I’m going to handle what he’s done. And he should be all of those things, because I’m not about to play fair.
“Everything okay?” he repeats.
My hand comes up to his neck and I pull his head down slightly until his mouth is only a breath away from mine. “Everything is perfect,” I whisper against his lips before I kiss him softly. He sighs, letting his guard down. He thinks he’s won this game. Only he has no idea that he was never even a worthy opponent. He never stood a chance against me. You don’t date several multi-millionaires for months at a time and not learn a thing or two about how to play the game.
Rule number one: make him believe you’ve thrown in the white flag. I deepen our kiss for several seconds before I move my lips over to his cheek and across his jawline. I place kiss after kiss across his flesh, working my way down his neck. When he lets out a low groan, I know I have him exactly where I want him. He thinks I’m thanking him for what he’s done for me—for my mom. He thinks, just like that, I’m going to let go of the fact that he went behind my back. He spent thousands of dollars I didn’t ask him to spend. He thinks I’m going to forget he took my choices away. That I’ll just accept I now owe him. Well, he better think again.
Rule number two: when he thinks he’s won and his guard is down, get him off balance and bring him to his knees. With my hand gripping his neck, I use my other hand to release the towel covering his bottom half. I feel his hard length bob up and hit the front of my thigh. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him root to tip, making him even harder. He lets out a growl of pleasure, and I grin on the inside that I’m about to bring Killian Blake straight to the ground. Bending at my knees, I continue to stroke his cock as I guide him toward my mouth. I know from experience, the second my lips are wrapped around his shaft it’ll be game over. He said it’s been years since he’s been with a woman, yet it’s only taken me less than a week for him to break every rule he’s ever made.
Time to earn the money he gave my mom.
Bringing my mouth to his dick, I wrap my lips around the head and slowly take him all the way in. His shaft thickens as I wet his velvety flesh with my saliva. Using my hand to pump the part of his cock my mouth can’t reach, I simultaneously suck and stroke him. I can taste the saltiness of his precum. Knowing he’s close, I take his delicate balls into my hand and massage them gently. Killian lets out a guttural groan, telling me he’s close. But then his hand grabs mine—the one stroking his cock.
“Wait,” he says breathlessly. His grip is tight enough that it stops everything I’m doing. My eyes glance up at him, his dick still in my mouth, and his face is contorted in what looks like unbearable pain. “I can’t do this.” He shakes his head and pulls me into a standing position—his cock falling out of my mouth as I rise.
“You can,” I murmur. “Let me make you feel good.” My hand tries to grip his dick, but he stops me.