Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
The instant the echo of the door sounded, I was pressed up against a wall his rock-hard cock against my stomach. I was shocked by just how hard he was.
I wasn’t expecting it.
“I’m not going to fuck you. Not with what you did to Ashley.”
I thought he’d be angry, but instead, he merely laughed.
“That’s okay with me. I can wait.” His face was pressed against my neck, and I gasped as his tongue traced over my pulse. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve fucking waited to just hold you?”
Only, he didn’t just hold me. His hands traced down my body, going to my hips, squeezing them tightly before reaching the hem of my skirt and slowly lifting it up. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him no, but I didn’t. I couldn’t believe I didn’t stop him even as he sank down to his knees, so he was right in front of my pussy.
I was wearing panties, and with ease, he tugged them right out of his way.
“I can handle you hating me right now, Emily. I expect it. You’re right. We did use your best friend for our own needs, and I’m not going to apologize for that. Especially when I don’t want to.” He groaned. “Look at this sweet pussy. It’s made to be fucked.”
I couldn’t help but cry out as he spread my legs and his hand touched me right between the thighs. He didn’t linger. Instead, he spread the lips wide as he moved up, lapping at my pussy. His tongue tracing across my clit. At first, I clenched my hands into fists but then I had no choice but to sink my fingers into his hair as he moved his mouth over me.
“No, this isn’t any good.”
He pulled away from my touch, and within a matter of seconds, I was spread out on the dining room table like some festive offering. The top of my dress was pulled down, revealing my tits, which he cupped before sucking each bud into his mouth. His tongue traced across each mounded tip before biting down. Each touch set me on fire.
All I wanted to do was tell him to fuck me, but I held the words which were locked in my throat.
Caleb moved down my body and now that I was lying down, he could maneuver me into any position he liked. He gripped my ass, squeezing it tightly as his face pressed against my core and lapped up at my pussy.
“You have no idea how many times I thought about this moment. About getting you right here, where I want you.”
“Please.”
“I’m going to give it to you, baby. I promise.” His teeth caused a slight jolt of pain but rather than turn me off, it did the opposite. I couldn’t believe I’d already had sex today, but as Caleb pushed me toward another orgasm, I didn’t care how weak I was. It felt incredible. The way he touched me. The instant hit of attraction and need.
I craved every single second of it.
He didn’t stop. When I did finally come, I was shocked by such raw emotion that before I could control myself, I burst into tears.
I expected him to run off. To tell me to get over it, but instead, I was wrapped up in his arms as we sat on a chair.
“I know I’ve fucked up with you, Emily, and I’m sorry. I will find Ashley again. Dead or alive.”
I tensed up.
He helped me to my feet, cupped my face, tilted my head back, and brushed his lips across mine.
I didn’t tell him to stop. I watched him leave and quickly rearranged my dress so I looked somewhat decent.
It wasn’t long before Vadik, Gael, and River returned, but I’d lost my appetite. Without another word to them, I left the dining room, going straight to my room. I closed the door, pressing my fist against the hard wood.
Seconds passed.
Maybe even minutes before I finally stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed.
Pulling up the covers, I heard a clock ticking. I didn’t know if it was in my head or actually a clock in the room. Either way, it was mocking me. Ashley was in danger and I was lying in a beautiful bed, surrounded by the men who claimed to love me, while she was with a man only interested in her virginity. I was angry.
I was enraged by the world and all the men in it.
Even as I knew my anger had reached a new level, I couldn’t help but also be grateful that I was here, and that was the biggest guilt I carried. I was happy to be here, I just wished it hadn’t come at the price of my best friend.
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Caleb
Our parents weren’t dead, per se. They may have wished to be after the hell and continued hell we put them through.