Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Roman takes that perfect moment to come into the room. "Already messaging your boyfriend?" If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s jealous.
"Yes. Not that it's any of your business. I already clarified the whole ‘you answering my phone in a towel.’"
"Pity. He's a pussy. He should have said something to me about it. Maybe challenged me." He smirks as he pulls out a coffee cup and pours himself some. What a smug prick.
I grab my own cup and snarl at him.
"You're much bigger than him, and we know you're a prick."
"So testy. I'll be out of your way soon. I'm stopping by the hospital before heading to the airport."
"I need to go there soon as well."
"Do you need a ride?" he asks before taking a long drink of his black coffee.
"Being nice now?" I was planning on calling an Uber.
"I figured I could offer a ride since you gave my cock a good squeeze."
"Are you always a pervert?" I ask as I blatantly ogle his throat as he drinks the rest of his coffee.
"Have you washed your hand yet?"
"Asshole."
He lets out a deep chuckle that shoots straight to my pussy. My face visibly reddens as I slam my thighs together. He crosses the island and crowds my space. "What did I say about that mouth of yours?" Fuck. I’m so turned on.
"That I'm old enough to do and say what I want." I continue to poke the bear.
"No." He cups my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before yanking down my yoga pants. I gasp, but don't tell him to stop because I don’t want to. Does that make me weak or slutty? I don’t know and sure as hell don’t care. Roman gives me a second to refuse. When I don't, he pushes my upper body down on the counter and slaps my ass. "You gonna be a good girl now?"
"I'm a woman,” I argue, wanting him to keep up the dirty talk.
"Not yet." His voice deepens huskily. His fingers dip lower, grazing my sticky mess. He pulls them back and then I hear the clear sound of them in his mouth. With his other hand pressed firmly on my back, I feel the next spank with his wet digits.
“Roman,” I whimper. I don’t know what I need, but I know he can give it to me.
“Yes, little girl?” he asks, leaning down just next to my ear so I can feel the vibrations of his words.
“This is wrong. I don’t like you, but…” I lie. I’ve obsessed about this man long before he knew I existed.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he growls, biting down on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I don’t know if I should let you. After all, you’re my stepsister. I really should stop touching you.” There’s the asshole.
“Don’t be an asshole.” I feel the head of his cock slip between my legs. I should be telling him to stop.
“Don’t tempt me to take you hard and rough right here. Now ride my length. Come on it, but don’t let it slip inside. I’m not ready to breed you, Princess.”
“Shit,” I moan, grabbing the edge of the counter as he rubs it back and forth. “Roman.” I work my ass back on him, trying to get more.
He grips my hair around his fist. “That’s it. Rock those hips and come.” I do. I clench down and come all over his thick length, and then I hear him grunt. “Such a little bad girl. You made me come on your panties.” He pulls back and fixes his pants as I lean on the counter, attempting to catch my breath. Suddenly, he pushes my panties back into place, lifting my yoga pants as well. With a spank, he walks right out of the room.
“I’ll be waiting in the car,” he calls out. “Don’t change.” I wasn’t planning on it. Fuck, that was so damn hot. I’m still catching my breath. The bossy bastard wants me to smell like him. Marked me. Could he want more? No. He’s probably just a territorial prick.
I get in the car two minutes later, and he’s on the phone. “Inga, tell Grizelda to expect me.”
Who the fuck are Inga and Grizelda? This playing piece of shit. I don’t bother asking because it’s none of my business.
“I’ve got to go.” He ends the call that I know he wanted me to hear. I was just a willing body, and I was more than willing. That’s fine, because that’s all he is to me. An itch I wanted to scratch; someone to learn from.
“Any time today, Roman,” I utter, repeating his words from last night to me.
“You’re fucking mouthy again.” There’s that sexy voice, but it’s not going to work this time because I have to hold my ground.
“Yes, but what you got is all you’ll get from me. I was horny.”