Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Ah, ah. Silly… jealous, Lila.
She grimaced once she realized her slip, and her red pouty lips pressed into a firm line.
“You like my French?”
“It’s mediocre,” she shot back. “Lucien has a better accent.”
I bit back a laugh. Lila really was testing my patience. Funny, I didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or if she even realized she was walking on a risky path.
Bringing my face closer to hers, my lips ghosted along her ear, and I nipped her earlobe. “Let’s not play childish games, Lila. You and I both know it only has one ending.”
“And what is that?” she breathed.
“You’ll find yourself on your back with me, between yours legs.”
I kept my hand around her throat, lingering over her pulse, while still keeping a firm hold of her. My other hand traveled south, snaking into her mini-skirt.
Lila’s eyes widened, and she gasped, the sound barely audible. “Maddox…”
My fingers teased her slit through her panties. She looked frantically around us, as her fingers wrapped around my wrist, trying to stop me. “What… people… Maddox, someone could see!”
I traced the wet folds through the thin fabric, feeling her softness on the tips of my fingers. Her face flushed, and her lips parted, her breathing turning ragged.
“Are you feeling… hot?” I felt compelled to taunt her. My dick hardened and throbbed. My jeans were suddenly feeling very tight, and I hissed as her thigh brushed against my crotch.
Satisfaction coursed through me when I felt her wetness through her panties. “You don’t want anyone to see… but you seem to like the idea of being caught with my hand under your skirt.”
“No,” Lila stammered.
I nipped her earlobe again, and she responded with a sharp hiss. “Liar,” I breathed.
Slowly, I tugged her panties aside, feeling her bare pussy against my finger. My thumb circled around her clit, and she whimpered, her hand tightening around my wrist. In warning? Or, in desire… wanting more?
Her chest heaved, as she inhaled a ragged breath. Her hips bucked forward against my touch, seeking my fingers. Wanton need flashed through her dark eyes, as I rubbed her folds, using my two fingers to spread her lips apart.
Lila was all seven of the deadly sins, and I’d gladly be a sinner for her, for the rest of our lives.
There was no concealing what we were doing. Anyone who walked down this corridor would see us… my hand shoved deep inside her mini-skirt, her face flushed, lips parted with quiet whimpers, as she grinded against my hand.
Shoving a single digit inside her tight core, feeling her inner walls clench around it, I slowly fingered her. Lila tensed against me, as I curled my finger inside her, hitting her sensitive spot. Her reaction was instant. A choked moan escaped her lips, before she slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the indecent sound.
My lips whispered over her, a gentle touch. She opened for me, and I kissed her. I fucking kissed her like I was a starved man, like she was the oxygen I needed to survive.
Lila gasped against our kiss when I pinched and tugged on her clit, feeling the little nub throb between my fingers.
“Such a beautiful liar,” I rasped against her lips. “Tell me, Lila. Why did you do it?”
Dazed, she seemed to have a hard time focusing on my words. I thrust my finger back inside her cunt, dragging another moan from her. “I… Maddox… do what?”
“Why did you give me that dare?” I hissed, my voice so gruff, even I barely recognized it.
Another whimper from her as I pulled out from her tight heat. “I… wanted to see… Oh God, Maddox, please.”
I teased her opening, feeling her clench – seeking out my fingers. “Tell me.”
“Wanted to see how I’d feel…” she choked out, her eyes glassy with pleasure.
I rewarded her with two fingers inside her. “Go on.”
Her heart pounded against my chest, feeling the vibration like it was my own heartbeat.
“If… I’d get jealous seeing you with another… woman. I wanted to see…”
“And?” I demanded, the word sounding harsh even to my own ears.
“I don’t like it,” she admitted, through her panting.
“Don’t like seeing me with another woman?”
I asked the question at the same time I thrust my fingers inside, curling them in a way I knew would drive her wild. She pulsed around me, her wetness dripping and the sound of me finger-fucking her was almost scandalous.
“Yes!” Lila hissed. “I hate it.”
“Don’t like me speaking French to another woman?”
Her eyes rolled back, as the heel of my palm pressed against her tender sex. “Maddox…”
“Answer me.”
She glowered, a vicious glint in her gaze. “You never spoke French to me,” she spat, before letting out a low moan. Her eyes widened, her face flushing even redder in embarrassment, and she bit on her lip, hard.
“Je veux te baiser.”