Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Now get your ass upstairs.” Like a tall statue, he loomed over everything in the room, commanding the place even though the deed was in my name. “Don’t make me ask again.” He turned away and disappeared up the stairs.
I listened to his footsteps grow fainter as he made it up the stairs and stepped into my bedroom. Then, the house went silent. The floorboards didn’t creak. Tension settled on my shoulders because I knew there was no other option. I had to walk up there, swallow my pride and my feelings, and do the job.
I finally mustered the courage to head up the stairs and step into the bedroom.
Cauldron had already made himself comfortable on my bed, sitting up against the pillows at the headboard, buck naked, his dick already hard, probably because he knew I had no other choice than to come up those stairs and do my job.
I tried not to look too hard. It’d been so long since I’d seen him like that, and my typically cold body turned warm. It’d been a long dry spell, and suddenly, those withdrawals hit me when I saw the sexiest man alive waiting for me on my bed. I focused on a spot on his forehead.
“Undress.”
I’d been a prostitute for years, but I’d never truly felt like I was doing anything wrong until then. I started with my shirt, pulling it over my head to reveal the lacy bra underneath. My fingers fidgeted at the clasp in the back, taking my time because it was hard to concentrate. I finally got it free and felt the material fall from my arms.
I didn’t see his reaction because my focus was below his hairline.
“Eyes.”
I sucked in a deep breath before I obeyed. Now, I could see him, see how much he wanted, more than he ever had before.
“Keep going.”
I undid my jeans and pulled them down before I stood in the black thong. I kicked away the pants and watched him look me up and down, his big dick against his stomach. My thumbs hooked into my panties, and I slid them down, completing the transition until I was in my bare skin.
I’d never felt so vulnerable. On display. Powerless.
Cauldron enjoyed the sight, his eyes slowly combing over my body like he’d never seen me before. “Get over here.”
I didn’t move.
His eyes moved to mine again.
“Or I’ll come to you.”
I gave a twitch of anger before I obeyed. With my heart fluttering in my chest like the wings of a hummingbird, I walked to the side of the bed and approached, seeing his dick get bigger the closer I came. I got onto the bed and straddled his hips—and felt his hard dick right against me.
His hands gripped my hips, and he rocked into me slightly, grinding his hard dick right into my clit.
My hands stayed flattened over my stomach, not touching him at all. But it did feel good, to feel his pressure and his heat.
His arm hooked around my waist and repositioned me onto my back, diagonal across the bed, his heavy weight sinking us both into the cheap mattress. His legs parted my thighs, getting his body into position, bringing us closer together.
I could feel him against me again, hard and hot, anxious.
His face was over mine, looking into my eyes like it was the first time. One hand cupped my face, and he leaned in to kiss me.
I turned away. “No…”
His face rested against my cheek.
“You can fuck me…but not kiss me.”
He lay still, his breaths falling against my skin.
I kept my eyes focused on a spot on the wall, my arms forced to my sides so I wouldn’t touch the hard stomach I used to graze. My breaths drew in so much air that I sounded like I was running while lying still.
He moved his face down to my neck and kissed me. A single soft kiss. Then another. One at my collarbone. My shoulder. Down my chest to the tops of my tits. A kiss here. A kiss there.
My breathing slowed and my body relaxed. When I closed my eyes, I felt the bumps over my skin. With his scent heavy in my nose, I was taken somewhere else, somewhere in the past, somewhere where my heart was so full it could burst.
He switched sides, kissing the other side of my neck, making his way down again. His arms scooped my legs around his waist, and the maneuver felt so natural that I just went with it. His lips traveled up my neck to my jawline, coming close to my ear, his steady breaths reminding me of whispers shared in the middle of the night. Then he moved down and captured my lips with his, setting my world on fire.
I couldn’t interrupt a kiss that demanding. It took control of my lips, took control of my body. His tongue came in soon afterward, dancing with mine like we were back in time. His kiss swept me away, brought a haze over my eyes that blocked out all the heartache. My hands slid up his back and felt the muscles right below the skin. My thighs squeezed his narrow waist. Now that the switch had been flicked on, my body was white-hot, anxious…desperate.