Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 52384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52384 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
And then she suddenly stilled.
“N-Nathan?”
A broken, vulnerable whisper---
A lost look in her eyes---
He lowered his head. “It’s okay.” His voice was low and soothing. “All you have to do…” His teeth clamped on her earlobe. “---is just keep fighting me.”
A second later, she did.
She screamed. She kicked. She even tried biting his tongue when he kissed her. But he didn’t stop fucking her with his fingers, didn’t let it stop him from shoving his tongue down her throat---
And then she was screaming, coming for him---
It was exactly what they both wanted, an illusion that she had no choice but to enjoy his touch.
Her orgasm lasted long, and he held her the entire time, only gently letting Alyx down when he felt the shudders recede from her soft body. As her feet touched the floor, Nathan expected Alyx to pull away immediately.
But instead she looked up at him.
Ah.
The lost look hadn’t completely disappeared in her dark eyes.
Nathan gently cupped her face, and he said softly, “Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened.
“Don’t think this is something you should blame yourself for. You’re too smart to do that.”
Slowly, Alyx nodded.
Nathan ran his knuckles down her cheek. “So that’s not it.”
“No.” A faint smile touched her lips. “Not quite that.”
“Then…”
“It only came to me…” She swallowed. “That I barely know you at all. Or at least not more than what Wikipedia’s unearthed, which isn’t that much. I know you’re younger---”
“Two years is nothing,” he dismissed.
“And that you’re a billionaire because of a godfather’s trust fund---”
“But of course that’s not information enough for you.”
Her smile widened. “No. Not quite still. I doubt you’d want to fuck me if it was all I gave a damn about.”
“Then you’d be wrong.” He kissed her hard. “I’d still want to fuck you. I’m not that fussy about sex. But…whether I’d care to know your name---”
She laughed. “God, you’re such a dick.”
“That’s a different matter.” He kissed her again, but this time his lips moved gently against hers. “And you’re different.”
As he lifted his head, she blurted out, “But I still don’t know you.” She reached for him. “I’m letting you do this…” Her fist pounded his chest with each word. “But I still don’t know who you are and---” Her voice turned shrill. “Why am I letting you do this?”
Because your soul knows I have what you need.
But he couldn’t say that.
The truth was hers to reveal, not his.
“Why, Nathan? Why? Why am I turning myself into a slut---”
“Don’t say that,” he gritted out.
Nathan yanked her close.
“Another guy could force you to kiss him like this---” He stole her mouth, sucking hard on her lip, and she immediately tried shoving him away.
His head jerked up, snarling, “And you would hate it.” Nathan’s eyes blazed down at Alyx’s. “Do you understand now?” His hands gripped her shoulders hard. “You can only do this with me.”
Alyx
I’m a slut. It didn’t matter if Freddie said otherwise, didn’t matter if Nathan Callis himself – the one I’m doing slutty things with – hated it when I used the term for myself. I was one, but the difference is that I hadn’t a problem with it anymore.
For some weeks now, Nathan and I had been seeing each other almost every day. Most times, he’d drop by at whichever place I was reviewing – a café, theater, boutique. The place didn’t really matter. As long as it or somewhere nearby had a locked door, Nathan would have his way with me. In each and every instance I would try to fight him, of course – and I’d do so as hard as I could, but there was never a time I could win. There wasn’t ever a time I’d want to win to be honest.
Sometimes Nathan would make me come by going down on me, other times he’d make me come with his fingers. On one occasion, he had called – no, demanded actually – for me to visit him at a fashion shoot. When I arrived, I asked him baldly what he was doing since he was supposed to have retired already. Instead of answering, he had simply yanked me into a wardrobe room, locked the door, and pushed me down on my knees.
Then he had said in a guttural voice, No talking. Just suck me.
And I did.
Even though it had been my first time to give a guy a blowjob, I wasn’t so naïve I didn’t know how it worked. I’d watched my share of porn, and the sight of Nathan’s long and hard cock had aroused more than terrified me. I had the most impossible time fitting all thirteen inches of him – it had me choking several times, but Nathan had been relentless. His fingers gripping my head tightly, he had issued instructions in a tight, hoarse voice, not giving me a chance to do anything but follow his command.