Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
My fingers grip the leather of the steering wheel, using it as an anchor to keep my cool. The slickness of it, a constant invasion in my mind and groin of what the tight, warm walls of her pussy are going to feel like against my tongue and cock as I make her mine and bind her to me for life. She is still wringing her fingers and I feel like an asshole for not trying to make her feel safer. “You seem nervous, little flower.”
“I just don't know what I am doing here. Where are we going?”
“To have dinner somewhere a bit more private. As you can imagine my life is lived in public and right now, I want you to myself.” to the untrained eye it would appear there was no reaction, but the bobbing of her throat up and down proves she is not immune to me. Good. Buzz. Her phone rings and for a brief moment she smiles before looking at me out of the corner of her eye and schooling her features. My body goes on alert.
“Hello.” her sweet, honey laden voice answers. Fuck. I wish I knew who was on the other end of that call. By the content expression it is someone she knows well. Maybe it is one of her sisters. “Really Markis?” At the utterance of another man’s name my muscles tighten and my gut spasms. She belongs to someone else? How the hell did my people miss this? And by people, I mean William. No. Fuck this. She is mine.
“Who is that?” I ask to make sure my voice is loud enough for whoever it is to hear. She looks at me startled for a second before she averts my gaze, her attention back this dumb fuck who hasn’t claimed her yet. “Little flower, I asked you a question.” That’s right insignificant person. I gave her a pet name and I am going to spell it out on her clit over and over.
“No, you're not interrupting. My boss is giving me a ride.” Not yet but she will be riding it very soon. “Yes. I understand. When I get home of course. Goodbye Markis.” When she hangs up, I can barely contain my rage at another man’s name leaving her mouth. “That was rude,” she says, putting her phone back in her bag.
“Not as rude as you talking to another man whilst going home with me.”
“I… well I didn't plan to go home with you. I thought we were going to eat something and then you were taking me home. Besides, it’s not like this is a date.” Oooh, such a petal.
“Wow. Just how innocent are you, Lilah? This is very much a date, but it is also more than that. I am getting you ready for me, little flower. For us.” She looks genuinely confused and I find it refreshing, her lack of experience in both relationships and sex.
“Us?”
“Yes, baby. Us. From the moment I walked into my bedroom and saw you bent over on the floor, ass in my face, thick thighs spread, beckoning me to rail you, you have been mine. My own exhaustion and not expecting you, made me act like an asshole.” her mouth opens and closes like a guppy and my cock has his own idea. “Good to know your jaws work.” I wink at her outraged face and chuckle as I turn into the driveway. This is going to be so much fun.
We pull up to the mansion and I get out of the car. Opening her door, I hold my hand out for her and when she puts hers in mine, I have to remind myself there are eyes everywhere right now. I want to pull her into me, and ravish her pouty lips, until they are red and sore. “Sir.” Julian my butler says as we walk in.
“Julian, you will not be needed for the night. Please, enjoy yourself.” he bows and walks toward the kitchen. I tried when I took over this position to downsize the amount of staff as much as possible. I mean for goodness sake who the hell needs a butler. Julian, however, has been in this role for thirty years and refused to be moved. Turning to the object of my obsession, “After you.” I usher her into the kitchen and see that Norah has done as I asked. Excellent.
“What am I really doing here?'' She is stuck to the wall at this moment, and I try to temper my enthusiasm for a second and see it from her perspective.
“I couldn’t stay away from you longer than this.” I shrug, letting her know it is simple. “Now, let’s eat.” Luckily, this was beef stew night. I place the stew in the bowls, sit two wine glasses on the table and sit down beside her.