Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He pulls his mouth off my nipple long enough to warn me, “If you take your eyes off of me, I won’t let you climax.”
I open my mouth to ask him how exactly he’ll prevent me from making myself climax, but then think better of it. Something tells me he knows exactly how to do that, and at this point, I don’t want to find out.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, holding my gaze. “I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Keep stroking, baby. I’ll reward you for being a good girl.”
I stroke and moan, my hips jerking of their own accord.
“When you’re with me, Savannah, you enter my world. I’ll teach you what it means to submit.” He leans down and whispers against the curve of my ear, “Come, Savannah. I want to watch you while you climax.”
At his words, I shatter. My body explodes into pure pleasure. I’m swept away in a tidal wave, enveloped in such a blissful sensation of euphoria, I lose total control over my body and slump against him.
“Good girl,” he whispers as he holds me. “Good girl.”
Now I know what Thayer meant when he said he would destroy me. He’s ruined me for anyone else.
ELEVEN
Thayer
I want her so badly that I can hardly think. I can hardly breathe. I’m so damn obsessed with my need to really make Savannah mine, I’m driving myself insane.
I hold her against me after she climaxes, breathing through my own need to fuck her, so damn hard it hurts.
But I can’t take advantage of her like that, and after everything she’s been through, that’s exactly what I’d be doing. She came to me for protection. I don’t regret putting her over my lap and I definitely don’t regret making her climax, but if I make love to her—
“Would aftercare include making love?”
Yeah, baby. With you, it absolutely would.
I love the way she feels against me, small and vulnerable and submissive. She clings to me like she needs me, and it’s been so damn long since I’ve felt needed.
I know a part of her wondered if what we did was real or not, and that’s my fault. I can’t let go of the fact that we’re not supposed to be together. Only a douche would take advantage of a girl who’s barely legal and practically family, and I pride myself on not taking advantage of women. It can be hard sometimes, when women bring themselves to Le Luxe, ready to submit and eager to please, but I didn’t earn my position by fucking them over.
Real? Goddamn. Nothing in my life has ever been more real.
I run my hand through her hair, willing my pulse to stop. To give her the aftercare and attention she craves. I hold her to my chest until her breathing slows and settles.
“I need you safe, Savannah,” I tell her.
“I know.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “If the people after you find you, they’ll hurt you.” I clench my jaw and tell her the truth. She can take it. “I’d have to kill them.”
She doesn’t respond but catches her breath before she finally whispers, “Really?”
“Of course.”
“They call you The Savage, Thayer,” she says softly. “Why?”
I grit my teeth. I’m not sure I want to tell her. Where did she hear that?
I just earned her trust, and don’t want to do anything that jeopardizes it.
“I know who you are,” she says softly. “I know who Fabien is. I’m not as ignorant as you all may think.”
“I didn’t think you were—”
There’s a knock at the door. She looks at me with widened eyes before she looks down and realizes she’s naked on my lap. My dick throbs and I stifle a groan. Hello, blue balls.
“Get dressed,” I say in a low voice, as I guide her off my lap.
The sight of her running to get some clothes makes me stifle a second groan.
Jesus.
I rise, adjust myself, curse under my breath, and head to the door. I peek out. Cosette stands with a small black bag over her shoulder, biting her lip.
I blow out a breath. Totally forgot about the haircut.
“Just a minute.” I look over my shoulder to see Savannah’s wearing a little dress, likely with no panties on underneath in her haste to get covered. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah, baby,” I whisper tightly. “You look great. It’s Cosette.”
I open the door. “Hi,” I say with a smile that probably looks threatening because I swear Cosette cowers. “Come in.”
Savannah smiles warmly at her, looking as natural as can be, as if I didn’t just spank her ass and make her climax on my lap. But when her eyes drop to Cosette’s bag, her smile falters.
Poor girl doesn’t want to cut her hair. Who could blame her? Someone with highlighter-pink hair’s making a damn statement and changing that on her will mute her.