Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Instead of answering, I reach over the clothing and drag her up by the hips to stand between my knees. “Let me help you get undressed then, so you can try a few things on.”
She lifts her hands away so I can open her jeans and work them down her legs. The second her panties enter my line of vision, my mouth waters to taste her, but I don’t. Once I’ve stripped off everything except her underwear, she leans over and drags the clothing closer to try them on.
One by one, she moves through the clothing until she gets to the final few items, which are all dresses I know will cup her figure and show off all her assets. I almost hate to buy them since no one will see them but me if I have my way. Except that’s not the point of this venture. We need her memorable and looking every inch the fucking queen she is.
“How are they?” I ask, leaning back, my knees splayed, with her still standing between them.
She skims her hands down her hips, smoothing the dress. “I feel…sexy. I like them. Are you sure about this? I can grab a couple of items, just enough to play the part, and save you all the money.”
I sit up and cup her hips to pull her into my lap properly. She has to maneuver the dress almost all the way up to her waist to keep from ruining it, but I don’t care. “Do you think I give a shit about money? I’d spend it all on you if it would make you smile.”
Her answer is to lean in and give me a deep kiss, her tongue finding my own easily. I moan into her mouth and tug her hips tighter against me. Yes. This is what I need. I cup my hands around her ass and knead her cheeks to increase the friction between our bodies. When she breaks the kiss, I lean toward her, intent on chasing her mouth with my own, but she presses her fingers there instead.
Fine. I can work with that. Gently, I draw one of the digits between my lips and suck hard enough to send her rocking against me. Then I nibble her fingertip and move to another, again laving it with my tongue.
“Will you behave?” she whispers.
I let her pop her fingers from my mouth. “Why? No one will interrupt us because I told them not to come back until I say. Trust me, they want the tip they are going to get better than checking in on us every five minutes.”
She pressed into my chest, mashing her breasts against me. “In that case…” Her mouth tips down again, taking mine slowly, teasing me with each renewed brush and heavy breath.
When we break apart again, I’m hard and rocking up against her panties. At this rate, I’ll come in my pants from just the dry fucking. “Let’s finish things up so I can take you home and make love to you properly.”
Her lips glisten in the overhead light, begging me to drag them between my teeth, but I don’t. Instead, I carefully ease her off my lap so she can get dressed while I stack our purchases and send a text message to Tricia.
We don’t stay for the check out. I give Tricia the information she needs and drag Valentina to the car by the hand. Once we are inside, I settle her across my lap again, keeping her thighs spread wide over my own, enjoying how she arches her hips into me even though layers of clothing separate our naked skin.
“Soon, Angel,” I say, cupping her face in my hands to control her mouth while I kiss her deeply.
She tastes like salvation, and lord knows I need the deliverance more than anything else.
“Is it always going to be like this?” she whispers against my lips.
While I don’t have much experience with healthy relationships, I hope it is. So I shrug. “I don’t know, Angel. But I can tell you that I’ll never stop wanting you. Not while I have breath left in my body. Even if you curse me, hate me, fight me…I’ll always want you. You’re mine.”
She swallows loud between us and drags my face closer to hers. “You’re mine too.”
58
VALENTINA
Only a few days are left until the society’s deadline. I feel each one slipping through my fingers, my chances to defuse the situation and save all of us going along with it.
I’ve tried everything I could think of. Talking to Sal’s family was the worst kind of torture, but I still did it in hopes that it might save him. Of course, they took pleasure in mocking me and no doubt will continue to do so until the day we all stand on even ground.