Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
I study her for a long moment, looking for any hint of sadness or fear, and finding none. The only thing in her eyes as she smiles up at me is happiness, desire, and confidence. I fucking live for knowing I'm giving her back a little of what Damien Wentworth stole from her.
"Are you okay?" she asks in that sweet little voice that drives me wild. She lifts her hand to my cheek, running her fingers beneath my right eye. "You look tired."
"I'm good," I tell her, only partially lying. With her in front of me, I am good. I catch her hand, bringing it to my lips. Her fingertips are soft against my skin. I nip them gently before sliding my hand into her hair and tilting her head back. Her lips part and I dip my head, brushing my lips across hers.
As soon as our mouths meet, she moans, pressing one hand against my abs.
"Roman," she whispers.
My cock jerks.
I love the way she says my name.
I love the way she screams it even more.
Fuck. I need to be inside her.
I lift her up in my arms as the urge to fuck her strikes hard and fast. She squeaks in surprise and then twines her legs around my waist. Her hands go to my hair, tugging. Her mouth doesn't leave mine. I deepen the kiss, nipping her bottom lip until she opens for me.
Her mouth is so fucking sweet. I can't get enough of it. I've never been big on kissing. It was always just a means to an end, but I could kiss Mila all fucking day and still not have enough of the way her mouth works with mine. Every time she kisses me, she does it like she's addicted to me, unable to tear herself away.
I groan when she bites my bottom lip and grinds her hot little body against my dick.
"You want me, baby?" I ask.
"I always want you," she moans, still grinding against me.
Fuck.
I break away from her mouth, trailing my lips across her cheek and then down to her neck. She cries out, pulling my hair hard when I suck her skin into my mouth and bite, marking her again. I'm always marking her, leaving behind reminders of who she belongs to. When I can't be in her, I'm still all over her.
She loves seeing those marks on her body as much as I do.
"Please, Roman," she pleads, whimpering.
"Are you going to let me tie you to my bed and do filthy shit to you?" I ask against her ear. For days, I've been thinking about taking her that way. She loves to challenge me, and I live for that shit. But I want her restrained for once, completely at my mercy. I want to know how crazy I can make her before she cracks.
Her body tenses for a split second before immediately relaxing. She whimpers and tries to grind against me again.
"Yeah, you're gonna let me tie you up," I chuckle, grabbing her round ass to hold her to me.
I release one plump cheek long enough to switch off the coffee pot and then turn with her in my arms. I almost run us into a wall when I feel her teeth in my skin.
She immediately sweeps her tongue across the bite mark, making me growl. As I carry her up the stairs, her mouth is all over me, making me bump into shit the entire way. I don't even fucking care, though. My dick is so hard it's painful. I need to be in her.
As soon as I drop her on the bed, she's on me. Her nails rake across my abs, pulling a hiss from my lips. I don't know how the hell she does it, but she always knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how much pain to inflict, to drive me wild.
I'm not a small guy. I'm not delicate. I like it hard and rough. I love that she gives it back to me as good as she gets it.
"Arms up," I demand, grabbing her hand before she can get to my dick. If she touches me, this will be over too fucking quickly. We have all day. I plan to take my time.
She grumbles wordlessly, but for once, she doesn't challenge me. She lifts her arms, allowing me to strip my shirt from her.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Mila?" I ask, biting my lip and palming my cock as I stare at her tits. Her body is incredible. There's enough of her to grab onto without hurting her. She's like a pin-up model, my own personal wet dream.
And she's all fucking mine.
"Lay back and spread your legs," I command, palming my cock again. The things I want to do to her…she has no idea. There's nothing sweet about the way I want to take her. I want to fuck her, use her, own every inch of that gorgeous little body. I want my name to be the only one she ever screams, the only one she fucking remembers.