Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Now she was at the mercy of them.
Damon De Luca. She hated him so damn much.
“Fighting words, but if I end your life, I don’t get to see you fall, do I? I don’t get to watch all of the Russos fall, and that is exactly what is going to happen. I have plans for you, Milah.”
He tugged her hands above her head and stroked her cheek. He stepped back, and when his gaze roamed down her body, there was no mistaking what he intended.
“You’re going to rape me?” she asked.
She shouldn’t be surprised. De Lucas were all the same. Monsters. Animals.
“Oh, sweet Milah, when you come to my bed, you are going to be begging for my cock.”
“Never.”
“No?” he asked, and within seconds, her hands were released.
She wanted to run past him, to find a means of escape, but he was in front of the door, blocking her exit, and she didn’t think the glass on the side of the stall would be easy enough to break.
Milah stared at him. With the gap he’d created between them, she was able to look at him. It couldn’t be avoided. He did it on purpose. There was no doubt.
His cock was hard.
How could he be hard at a time like this?
She watched as he wrapped his fingers around his length.
“Trust me, Milah Russo, when you finally come to my bed and spread those pretty pale thighs of yours, you are going to be hungry for my cock. Begging me to fuck you.” He moved his hand up and down his length.
She didn’t want to look but found her gaze drawn to him. This wasn’t fair. No one had ever done this to her before. She didn’t know what to do.
The desire to run was strong, but there was no escape.
Milah couldn’t stop looking as he worked his dick.
He looked so … fierce. So large.
She nibbled on her lip and hated that she was even curious as to what he was doing. He held himself so tightly, it had to hurt. There was no way he was enjoying what he was doing, but he stayed long.
Milah was a virgin. She’d never been with a man before, but she had read a great deal, and had even watched some porn at her mother’s insistence.
That had been an … experience.
Her mother had wanted her to be prepared for everything, unlike herself. She had told her that her wedding night hadn’t gone to plan.
Even though she hadn’t wanted to hear about what happened between her parents, she knew it had been bad.
She pulled out of the memory.
Damon’s actions increased in speed, and she heard his groan as he got close.
The tension in his body seemed to mount, and then, she didn’t look away as he finally came. His cum spilled out of the tip and onto the bathroom stall.
“You will beg me for my cock, and what’s more, there will come a time when you’ll beg to lick every single drop of spunk, and I look forward to that day.”
****
Snow had fallen like the weather forecast had predicted.
A nice blanket of white covered his property. The house was freezing, and his guards and maids had no choice but to gather some firewood, to help warm the house. It was just typical that his central heating had to give out just as there was a snowstorm.
Milah wasn’t in her room.
After their moment in the bathroom, Damon had decided it was time for her to go to her own room. He needed his space, and to have that, Milah had to be far away.
He’d been so close to breaking his own rules and simply fucking her. It would have been easy.
Milah would have put up a fight, but he’d seen her body’s reaction to him. The flush to her cheeks, the budding of her nipples. She’d been aroused by him playing with himself. He had to wonder if she would be wet. He’d find out soon enough.
It took several hours to get the house warm, but as he stood in his office, he stared at the flames. There was no way he’d be able to get a plumber or an electrician out to the house. More snow was forecast to fall.
This was just fucking typical.
His father had told him to always be on top of the house, and that meant the barest of needs. Check on leaky roofs, the gas boiler, all of it.
He’d been so blinded by his thirst for revenge on Russo, he’d allowed the house to fall behind in its maintenance.
This house was part of De Luca blood. His family had been here for several generations. Once the snow was thawed, he would have the necessary work taken to repair it. His father would have been angry at him right now.
There was a knock at his door.