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)
“Who trained you?” he asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
A lie.
Milah was keeping her ability to fight back a secret. It was a badly kept one, but he was happy to play along for the time being.
“I think it is best I go back to my room.” She didn’t make a move to leave, and he didn’t step back either.
He stared at her, watching, waiting, curious. Milah wasn’t a spoiled bitch.
The time he’d spent with her in the maze had been short and sweet, but the encounter had stayed with him for the past three years.
He’d met spoiled bitches. Fucked plenty of them in his time. They were used to getting what they wanted with the simple snap of their fingers. On her birthday, with all gazes on her, she’d run away.
“You are to keep me company tonight. Have you forgotten?” he asked.
“You want to talk in riddles and questions.”
“Do you not have any questions for me?”
“I have nothing I want to say to you,” she said.
Damon stepped back. “Then let us merely enjoy each other’s company without the pressure of talking.” He moved back until he was perched on the edge of the bed. “You can’t leave, not yet. I will have to punish you.”
“Why?”
“You asked for something, I granted it. If you don’t make payment, there are always consequences.”
“And a De Luca always expects payment?” she asked.
“Only a fool wouldn’t.”
Part of him wanted her to go to the door, to make a run for it. Not all punishments ended in a dungeon with rats. Some could be quite pleasing.
Instead, she moved toward him and sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands poised in her lap.
Not a word was spoken. Silence fell between them, and Damon watched her.
She took a deep breath. It was slow, calming.
He watched her chest rise and then slowly fall. She did this several times. Her palms went from gripping her thighs to resting with them up. She kept looking around the room and not at him.
He waited. Damon was used to silence.
Milah tilted her head from left to right. Rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, glanced around. Looked at him. Quickly looked away.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. She wasn’t fooling anyone. Least of all him.
Damon waited.
Curious.
“What do you want?” Milah asked.
“I take it you don’t want to sit in silence.”
“I’m not an idiot. I know you can do whatever you want to me, so why wait? Why not get it over with?” she asked, shooting her accusatory glare his way.
He reached out and stroked some of her hair back behind her ear. “And why would I do that?” he asked. “Your begging will be so much more enjoyable.”
Milah sank to her knees, clasped her hands together, and raised them. “Please, let me go. I am begging you. This fight is not between us. Your problem is with my father. Please, just let me go.”
Now this was a sudden turn of events he didn’t anticipate.
Sinking to his knees in front of Milah, he cupped her face, tilting her head back to look at him. “And why would I do that when I can have so much fun with you?” He ran his thumb across her lips and leaned in close. The temptation to kiss her was strong, but he held himself back, wanting to make her wait.
Part of the pleasure was the anticipation.
Milah would relent eventually.
All he had to do was wait. He could make her life difficult or easy. It was up to her. Personally, he wanted it to be all pleasure, but he knew Milah would fight him.
He looked forward to it.
Damon moved his lips toward her ear, and he felt her tense up. The neck was such an erogenous zone. He wondered if she felt arousal. Was her tight pussy soaking wet? He’d find out soon enough.
“It’s nice to hear you beg, but have you ever thought that it might be amazing between us?” he asked. “Your tight little cunt sliding up and down my cock. I could give you the world, Milah. Show you how good it can be between us. All you have to do is give in.”
“Do you have to force all the women you sleep with?”
He chuckled. “They beg with me entering the room.”
“You sicken me.”
“One day, you’re going to want me. Let us see if I will still want you then.” He grabbed her arm and moved her toward his door. He pushed her out with enough force to make her stumble. “Take her to her room.”
Milah shot him a glare, and for her effort, he gave her a wink.
It was going to take more than a few glares to anger him.
After closing his door, he moved toward the balcony. The night was cold, but he didn’t care. His cock was rock fucking hard, and there was no way he was going to be able to satisfy his craving for that woman with anyone else. The only woman he wanted was Milah. He didn’t care about the age gap between them.