Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
And he fucked me. So. Good.
Both my legs came up to wrap around him. I squeezed him between me and clenched my pussy muscles on his cock inside me. Which made him bare his teeth against my lip and fuck me slower. Torturously.
“Goddammit, honey,” he said, before nibbling at my lip again. “Giving your sweet cunt to me like this— It’s so good. You’re so good. Never felt anything so good.”
I squealed as the orgasm started coming at the combination of his dirty words and all the friction his cock gave me. Inside, outside, he hit all my spots, and I was— I couldn’t hold it back anymore—
“Scream for me, honey,” he demanded huskily as his pace picked back up again.
And I did. I hollered as he wrung one of the most intense climaxes of my life from me, clinging to him, my face buried in his neck as I felt his cum pump hot, deep inside. Oh my God, I was such a goner. I knew there was no point in fighting it anymore. The war was already lost.
I was so fucking in love with Walker St. Claire.
20
WALKER
I stood in the dining room, my fists clenched at my sides as I faced off against my father.
I got his text this morning, telling me to meet him alone. Luckily, Jasmine was just waking up from a nap. All our hours blended and as these last torturous days of the Trial passed, I felt like we were beginning to lose all sense of time. I told her I’d come get us some coffee and for her to take her time getting up so we could go for a walk and enjoy the sunset.
The energy between my father and me was heavy with tension, and all I could think about was the total suffocation of the situation. The room was dim, the only light coming from the peeks of sunlight trying to break past the heavy, drawn curtains. Mrs. H hadn’t prepared the room yet, not used to Jasmine nor I eating dinner in the room. We only came here for breakfast.
The air was thick with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the faint hint of decay from an old manor way past its prime, and my father’s cologne.
My father held a cup of steaming hot coffee in one hand, and a sly smile played at his lips as he watched me with cool, calculating eyes. He knew he had the upper hand, and he was not afraid to use it.
He always had the upper hand.
“I saw what you did last night,” he began.
“I followed the rules of the Trial,” I countered, hoping we could end this conversation with that response.
“You know the Elders like to share.”
“Well, I don’t. Never have.”
“You know that you want to keep these men happy. They can make your life very easy once you leave here, or very hard.”
I released a deep breath. “I really need to get back to Jasmine. Was there anything else?”
“Do you have feelings for that girl?”
I sipped my coffee, hoping that it would buy me enough time to come up with a suitable answer. He’d know if I was lying, but I also didn’t want to admit that I did care about Jasmine. I cared a lot. I knew if I revealed the full truth of just how deep my feelings went, he could use them to hurt me, and most definitely to hurt Jasmine.
“You don’t have to answer that question,” he cut in. “I see it in how you act around her. Which is good, I suppose.”
“Good?”
“You might as well have love for your wife. It’ll make the marriage easier. Less chance of you straying right away, getting caught, and creating a scandal.”
Ignoring how my heart flipped at the mention of love, I said, “Why are you talking about marriage? We’re just focusing on breaking the belle, right? About me successfully becoming a member of the Order.”
“For now. But something you’ll learn in politics is the need to plan ahead. To think about leverage. To be a few steps ahead of everyone else.”
I took a few steps toward the door to leave. “I don’t want to talk about marriage before I even have a cup of coffee.”
“You will do as I say, son,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You will marry that woman, and you will make her the perfect wife. I have the dirt on her, and I will use it to my advantage if necessary.”
“Dirt?”
“I have pictures and even video footage of her doing all these Trials. You should see them,” he said with a smirk. “Better than porn. And if she even for a second tries to step out of line, threatens to divorce you in an attempt to go after a big alimony, or does anything that isn’t within the duties of an obedient wife... Well, we have a vault of goods that will keep her in line.”