Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
He wanted everything from her.
He wanted to take, to taste, to enjoy, to give her everything she’d been denied. To completely destroy the sweet little virgin but to show her exactly what she’d been missing.
She gripped his shirt as she kissed him back with a passion that rocked him.
He was so close to coming.
Reaching down between them, he started to tease her clit, feeling her arousal start to peak as he played with her.
“You’re so fucking perfect. So beautiful. I love fucking your wet pussy. You want my cock, baby? You want me to fill you with my cum?” He’d noticed that she loved it when he talked dirty to her, and he could do it all day long. Especially as her cunt squeezed his dick, setting off his own release. He flooded her pussy, and seconds later, she joined him, their release echoing in the air from their pleasured cries.
Chapter Eight
Two months with Damon
Meghan twirled her hair around the curling iron, aware of Damon as he paced up and down the bedroom. He was on the telephone arguing about something to do with one of the women who worked for him. Every now and then, he kept on glancing over at her.
Two months ago, on this very day, he’d barged into her apartment and taken complete control of her life. She released her hair and watched the curl bounce along with the others. She finished the last few strands and stood back, fingering her hair to make sure it looked okay.
The robe she wore was covering the sexy lingerie he’d also purchased for her today. Seeing as he didn’t show any signs of letting her go, she’d been able to negotiate with her professors to allow her to finish her classes online. At first, they’d refused her request, but given that the notes of each lecture and in fact the lecture itself was posted online, she didn’t see a problem.
Damon had made sure she got what she wanted. One trip to the campus from him, and she’d been allowed to continue her studies. She was so close to finishing, she could almost taste it.
A degree and soon she’d be able to start looking at prospective jobs. Of course, she needed Damon to give her a date as to when he’d be done with her. Thinking about the time he’d give her those marching orders gave her a sharp pain right in the chest.
No, she didn’t want to think about how gutted she’d be when he finally got rid of her. This would be a good thing. She’d be able to move on with her life.
You’ve still not heard from Rose.
She’d expected to have gotten a text or something from her sister rather than complete silence.
Her life had been completely turned upside down, and for the most part she loved this life she lived with Damon, but it wasn’t going to last. He’d told her that in the beginning.
She refused to get comfortable, especially as any second he could throw her out on her ass.
Releasing the belt on the robe, she let it drop to the floor. She heard Damon falter in his speaking, and she looked at him in the mirror. He was staring right at her.
She picked up the robe, putting it back on the hanger and placing it near the door. She was about to pick up the dress when Damon’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against him.
“You know you’re making it impossible for a man to do his job.”
“What job is that?”
He ran a hand down her back, cupping her ass. She released a gasp as his fingers dug into the flesh. He gave her ass a little slap, making her yelp.
His other hand was on her stomach, moving down to cup her between her thighs. “You don’t need panties.”
“Damon?”
“I mean it. Get rid of them.” Before she even got a chance to, he gave them a tug and she watched as they tore. “See, easy.” He pressed a kiss to her neck.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Okay.”
“When I finish my degree and graduate, I’d like to … erm … start looking for work.” She felt him freeze.
“You have work. You work for me.”
“Damon, I don’t know how long this is going to last, and at the end of it, I need to be ready. I’m not earning any money. I’m not saying pay me. That is not what I meant at all. But I want to be prepared.”
He sighed. “Don’t worry about work or about any of that. You don’t need to. Let me worry about it all.”
She didn’t want to start an argument tonight.
“Where are we going tonight?” she asked.
“It’s a special club.”
“Have I heard of it?”
He gave a chuckle. “Probably not.”
“Is it legal?”
“That I don’t know about, but don’t worry. We’ll be safe there.”