Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
God, she’s beautiful.
I press kisses down her throat to her breasts. My tongue slides across one of her nipples, causing it to harden. I’m addicted to touching and kissing her. I’ll never get my fill. I brush kisses along her abdomen. I’m dying to spread her apart and eat her until sun up but I refrain. Instead, I press a soft kiss to her clit before sliding back up the bed. Kneeling beside her, I fist my cock. I’d prefer to be inside her again but this will have to do. I stifle my groans as I worship her with my eyes. With each jerk, I imagine I’m inside her tight cunt that only belongs to me. I imagine coming in her so many times I eventually knock her up. I imagine her lying in my bed back home with her stomach swollen with our child and her wedding ring shimmering in the sunlight through the window.
So beautiful.
With a moan that I barely contain, I come hard. My hot semen splashes across her perfect tits, marking her as mine. I should clean away the cum that runs down her flesh but I can’t. I can’t swipe away my mark.
She belongs to me.
And I’m hers.
A sigh escapes her and I freeze. I can’t let her wake up to me jizzing all over her while she sleeps. That would probably seem fucking creepy. Carefully, I slide off the bed, my dick dripping along the way and then kneel on the floor. Then, I slide underneath the bed. The nasty carpet scratches at my back and irritates my scarred flesh. I much rather be in bed with her. But love makes you do crazy things.
I maneuver until I locate my pants. Once I pull out my phone, I check my emails and do more research. As I hunt for more clues on Vaughn, I can’t help but think about how my life has improved since Violet came into focus.
I cleaned out the trash at my company and promoted someone worthy.
I’ve made that someone my friend and will ultimately make her my wife.
Her presence kick-started something with my mother and sister. My mother willingly went to the home, knowing she needed the help. So many years she clung to the fact that Dad would come back. Dad is never coming back. I know this for a fact. And Gwen? She was just embarrassed enough to want to do something about her problem. I know she doesn’t want to end up like our mother. The fact that she wants to see Dr. Ward is such a huge feat.
Violet and I have tapped into something that most people never have.
Love. A future. Happiness.
It’s ours for the taking.
And we’re going to motherfucking take it.
I set my phone down and grip my cock. I’m always hard around Violet. Her scent climbs its way inside of me, clawing away at my senses. It’s as though she flows through my veins just as naturally as my blood does. And like my blood, she floods straight to my cock every time.
With her sweet smell overpowering me and knowing she sleeps soundly above me, I fist my dick, reveling in the pleasure. I’m overcome with the need to spurt my release all over the fucking place. Part of me craves to slide back out from under the bed—to push her knees apart and ease my cock inside her tight body. The thought of being inside her bare again has me losing control. I can’t hold in the groan as I shoot my load up my belly. I’m still flying high with my heart hammering in my chest when my blood runs ice cold.
“Who’s there?”
Fuck.
I blink away my sleepiness and strain my ears. I heard something. A voice. It was loud enough that it woke me up. If my heart weren’t thundering in my chest, I’d be able to hear better.
“Who’s there?” I call out again as I ease my gun out from between the mattress and box spring. I scoot back against the headboard and squint in the darkness. My gaze travels over to the window.
Someone opened the curtain.
I’m not going crazy.
Before going to bed, I remember shutting it. I felt exposed, as if Vaughn were watching from across the street. I’d felt the need to hide from him if he was.
Cold awareness trickles through me.
I’m naked.
I’m fucking naked.
Terror climbs its way up my throat along with a scream that I barely stifle. Someone undressed me. Those other times, even though I convinced myself otherwise, weren’t me. A reality that I’d chosen to ignore because I couldn’t mentally deal with it being truth. I’d been too terrified to admit it so I pushed it into the back of my mind.
I swallow as I reach for the lamp. My skin on my chest is tight. As though something sticky has dried on my flesh. A tear races down my cheek and drips off my jaw. I flip on the lamp and my thoughts are confirmed when I look down at my bare breasts.