Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Don’t you have someone in your life?” she asked a little out of breath.
“You’re the only woman in my life that means anything, Marra.” And then he pressed his lips to hers, grabbed her chin with his other hand tight enough to hurt, and showed her who was in control. For several seconds she couldn’t do anything but let him kiss her, and that was exactly what he was doing. He stroked her tongue with his, showed her that he was the one that held all the cards, and that she was helpless to help him. At least that was how she felt.
“You feel that?” he said against her lips, and then placed his hand over her heart. He went back to kissing her, taking everything from her and not letting her retreat. His arms and hands caged her in, and his mouth was on hers. He moved his tongue along her lips. Joey’s moves were ones of expertise, deliberately planned, and so thorough that she was so desperate for breath she was gasping when he broke the kiss.
“What are you doing, Joey?” It was a rhetorical question, because obviously she knew what he was doing, but this was so not the time or place for this.
“For the past year you’ve been refusing me, Marra, and making me want you even more because of it.” He cupped her cheek with his other hand, and smoothed his thumb over her bottom lip. “So red and swollen from my kiss,” he said while looking at her mouth. “I can’t tell you what that does to the possessive side of me, baby, knowing that I was the one to make your lips look like that.” He slowly lifted his gaze back to her. While looking at her, he took his hand, slid it over her collarbones, down between her breasts, and stopped for a second. The weight of his hand just resting there, adding a bit of pressure, made her nipples harden further.
He moved his hand down to her belly, left it there for a second, and then to her utter shock he placed his hand right down her pants. She didn’t wear a bra and panties, because the ones she had on were either covered in blood or felt nasty on her body. But right now she was wishing she had another barrier on.
He moved his hand right through her folds, and she grew wetter at the fact he could feel how aroused she really was despite her situation. He touched her pussy as if he owned it. And God, did it feel good.
He growled low in his throat, as if an animal had been released inside of him. “I can feel how much you want me, and even if you want to deny it with your mouth and words, this right here,” he slipped a finger deep inside of her and she gasped out. “This right here, shows me that you want everything that I am.” He kissed her again, hard, possessively, and with so much force that their teeth clashed together. He broke the kiss for only a second and said in this deep growly voice, “This pussy is mine.” He moved his mouth down her neck, over the top of one of her breasts, and then he was sucking her nipple right through the shirt. He growled again. “And these are mine.” He cupped her other breast, and tweaked the nipple while he continued to suck on her. “You’re all mine, to own, to control, to pleasure, and to protect.”
Marra didn’t know what to say. He was still thrusting a finger in and out of her, and all she could do was hold onto the counter behind her and bite her lip to stop from telling him to give her more. But his rough breathing, the way he pressed his body to hers, letting her feel how hard he was for her, had Marra opening her eyes.
Realization moved through the thick haze of arousal, and she pushed him back. He was resistant at first, groaning out obscenities, but finally he relented. The bulge that pressed against his slacks was impressive, but when he advanced again, she held her hand up to stop him.
“And you’re still trying to deny how you feel for me, how much you want me, and that there isn’t this connection between us?” he said in this hard, annoyed voice.
“Joey, this isn’t about you and me, or about wanting each other.” She breathed in deeply, feeling like she wanted to just go into his arms and rub herself all over him. But she couldn’t. She was in this Twilight Zone-like situation, and getting her mind clear was what she needed to do. Having sex with Joey Bacelli was so not going to help with that.
“This is about you and me, Marra. It’s very much about us.” He moved closer again, took hold of the back of her neck with his hand, and kissed her hard once more. Marra instantly got lost in the feel and taste of him, but she couldn’t allow herself to ignore everything else right now. She pushed at him, but he was relentless, and she wanted him so badly that she knew she wasn’t putting up a fight.