Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
He laughs, and when he does, he moves, and my hand, which was awkwardly at my side, runs through my hair as he pushes in and pulls out.
Holy shit!
One hand moves to touch my clit and rubs while he starts pushing in. My legs close as I try to push back to give him more, open my legs to move more, but he won’t allow me to. Atlas holds me still as he pushes, in and out, one hand holding me, the other touching and rubbing me. Just as I am about to come, he pulls out, pushes me flat on my back, and climbs over me. Spreading my legs, he leans down and kisses my breast, bites my nipple hard, then soothes it with his tongue. I moan, loudly, for him. I need more.
Why can’t he give me more of him?
Hands grip me again, and this time, in a flash, I am now on top of him. He is on his back as I look down at him. Atlas sits up and pushes my hips down, so I can feel him between my legs, everywhere. I can literally feel him everywhere. In me, on me, and around me.
Atlas Hyde has surrounded me in every possible way and is draining me dry.
Hips move, and hands roam.
When I grip his hair, he doesn’t stop me, when I pull chunks of it, he bites my nipple a little harder. Which I fucking love. And when my hips have a mind of their own and start rotating and rocking over him like a teenage girl, he laughs before he devours each breast until I can no longer feel anything but him between my legs. And it feels fucking marvelous.
I feel it coming, that fucking high I have only ever brought on by myself. But, this, well this, is ten times fucking higher, and when he pulls me in, he slams his lips to mine, and I can’t stop him. Our kiss is sloppy and messy. I can’t keep up with him with all the emotions running through me right now.
“Oh… my… God.” I say each word stuttered between his lips.
“No, just Atlas.” He smiles against my lips, and I am too high to tell him to shut up or walk away. Walk, yeah right, that isn’t going to happen. Not when my fucking insides are exploding like fireworks.
Bam!
No, it’s a fucking eruption!
That’s what it’s like fucking Atlas Hyde. And even if I regret it straight away, I know one thing for sure, that man has a dick made of solid gold.
Maybe that’s why he’s rich and so damn ignorant.
“Theadora,” he says my name as I come down.
My hands reach out and grip his shoulders before my head lays on it.
I can’t move, not even a fraction.
I don’t want to move.
My body is spent.
“Get off me, Theadora.”
Chapter Nineteen
Theadora
Pulling back, I look at him. His hands leave me and sit at his sides. His eyes are darker than usual as they skim over me. The look makes me feel dirty. I cover my breasts and climb off him. I walk all the way to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it.
Why did I do that?
Why did I have to sleep with a man who could possibly have slept with my sister?
Oh, my God, I don’t even need to know the answer to that.
Wrapping a towel around me for modesty, I fling open the door, and he is standing there pulling up his jeans. He looks at me, then away as he reaches for his singlet, pulling it over his head.
“Did you sleep with her?” I ask, cringing at the damn thought.
Atlas ignores me, shoving on his boots.
“Did you sleep with her?” I ask again, my patience growing thin. I grind my teeth as I watch him, waiting for a reply, or even a look so I can assess him. Instead, he collects his things and walks to my door, then looks back.
Goddamn! I hate myself for sleeping with him.
“No. Lucy and I never fucked.” Then he leaves.
I stand there, a fraction of a person I once was, and then go after him. The minute I see him getting into his car, I slam the front door shut and lock it.
No more Atlas Hyde in my life.
I’m jobless. I haven’t had this problem since I left school. And all weekend I do nothing but dream of amazing sex and wake up wondering what I’m going to do with my life now I no longer have my career.
When Monday rolls around, my alarm clock wakes me up, but I have nowhere to go. I have enough savings to last me for a few weeks without having a job, but after that, I am fucked. I will be kicked out of my house and have nowhere to go if the bank took it. Literally. My job, the one I loved so much, was my only income, and I have no family to fall back on. The only person I have is Tina, and her house is already full.