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)
“Perfect. Now come here.”
When she reaches me, I lift her. I kiss her. I hold her pressed against me as I walk toward the wall and push her to it until her back is flush against it. I wrap her legs around me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur in her ear. “Are you afraid, Savannah?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “But it’s not… the kind of fear that makes me want to run, Thayer. It’s the kind that makes me want to hide, but I won’t. I’m going to go on and face this head-on. If you think you’re going to scare me away, you’ve got another think coming.”
“Is that right?” I feel my lips tip upward in a grin.
“That’s right. You’re not scaring me away.”
I hate that I fight the need to push her away. If she walks down this path with me… if we take this road together… I don’t know how I’ll handle it if she has to walk away.
“I don’t fuck for fun, Savannah. I want to make love to you. This is nothing casual. Do you understand me?”
I unzip my pants and remove my hard, throbbing cock. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. But I want her to know she’s mine. I want her to know exactly who I am, and this time, if she doesn’t turn away… if she doesn’t run…
I want her to know exactly who we are together.
When I slide into her, she’s so wet, I groan. Her pussy hugs my cock perfectly. Her legs anchor her to me as I kiss her and thrust, her body molded to mine. I love the way she arches her back and moans, the way she wants this as much as I do. I love the way she leans into me and takes me, just as I am, unencumbered by words or thoughts or fears, just the two of us bared and broken.
I love the way she feels when I come. I spill my seed in her as her own climax envelops her in nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
And I love the way her lips nestle against my neck, and she settles into me.
I want to tell her I love her. I want to know that she does, too.
With her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her damp cheek next to mine, my cock still in her while my seed spills from her and marks her naked skin, I make a promise.
“No matter what, Savannah. No matter who tries to come between us, no matter what they try to do, I promise you. I won’t let them. No matter the cost.” I grip her to me so hard she gasps. “Do you hear me? No matter the cost.”
“I hear you,” she whispers, closing her eyes as she rests against me. “And I understand.”
My cock pulses in her. The air smells like sex and danger and I want to fuck her all over again. I want her to feel me when she goes to bed at night and feel me when she wakes up in the morning.
I want her to know that I love her.
“Get dressed,” I tell her in her ear. “Don’t clean up. I want you to know when you go out there who you belong to. I want you to remember the way I fucked you.” I turn her to look at the spanking horse with the toys lined up. “I want you to remember exactly what we need to do when we get back here tonight. Do you understand me?”
“I do,” she whispers. “Yes, sir.”
I kiss her and hold her.
I wish I could hold her here forever.
SEVENTEEN
Savannah
The next two weeks with Thayer are the most thrilling, exciting days of my life. I never knew it could be like this.
It feels like I’ve taken a two-week vacation, only I don’t have any hope of returning to normalcy.
Thayer has shown me the deeper, darker side of things I never knew existed, and now that I know, I will never go back to anything shallow and superficial.
And most definitely anything vanilla.
That first night, he had me wait for him. And when he returned, he looked like a man coming back from war. I didn’t want to ask what he had done. I didn’t want to know.
I remember what he’s said, what he’s done. I can’t let myself forget it.
He’s taken me out privately to teach me to shoot and says I’m a natural. I love the heft of a pistol in my hands, the feel of his body behind me, the thrill that races through me when I hit my target.
But as the days pass, I realize that we’re not getting anywhere.
They haven’t discovered the security breach. And it appears that the people after me actually believe the decoy was me. Nicolette plays her part of the mourning sister, and the Gerards pretend they’re looking for who did it but failing.