Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
And I fucking love that about her.
“Good girl,” I continue to praise. “Keep working that pussy for me baby.”
I brace my body over hers, my hard length pressed up against her belly. I crave the friction of her body against mine and watch her as she works herself.
Her fluttering eyelashes. Her soft moans. The way her lips part and she makes the most painful look as she tries to wrestle back from the edge of climax.
"May I touch you?" She asks it in such a soft, pleading voice. So eager to please. So submissive. Damn.
I nod my head. I don't wanna lose control, but I want her to touch me too.
While she continues to work her pussy, she slides around to the waistband of my pants, her hand shaking as she reaches for me. I groan at her soft, gentle touch on my cock.
I bend my mouth to her ear, whispering praises and adulation until she's moaning with pleasure.
"Let yourself come, baby," I whisper in her ear. I take my cock from her grip and stroke myself while she works her pussy. “Atta girl. That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
I jerk my cock, on the edge of climax myself. I won’t come now.
“Stop,” I grate in her ear. “And stop touching yourself.”
“Dario,” she says on a half-sob. “Please, please don’t make me stop now. Oh, God,” she whimpers, her head lolling to the side.
“I told you what I want, Vivia.” My mouth is at her ear as I tuck myself back into my shorts, my balls aching for release. “I told you. I’ll own you. The only chance we both have is if I own you. Fully. Completely. Irrevocably.”
I lower myself onto her body and kiss her breasts before I bring my mouth to one nipple, then the next. “I own your pleasure,” I say, reaching for her pussy. She arches her back into my hands and shudders with the first spasm of ecstasy. “I own your body,” I whisper against the fullness of her breast before I nip each bud in turn. She gasps and writhes as I stroke her again. “And I own every drop of pleasure you feel.”
I roll over to her side, while I keep stroking between her legs and I bring my free hand to her neck and flex. “Do you understand me?”
I want her to feel the threat. I want her to feel how easily I could hurt her and choose not to. I want her to feel all of it. When she doesn’t answer at first, I still my hand and cup her pussy.
“I asked you a question.”
Nodding, she blinks. Her cheeks are wet with tears. “I do. I understand.” She nods, then meets my gaze and gives me exactly what I need. “Yes, sir.”
I feel the vibration of her throat against my hand as I flex again. “That’s my girl,” I whisper, circling her clit while she gasps. “Then come for me, baby. Ride my fingers. Take what’s yours, Vivia. Come for me.”
Her screams of pleasure fill the small cabin as she comes against my hand. I hold her neck, just on the edge of choking her, deliberate control as she climaxes so hard, she screams herself hoarse. She rides every wave of bliss on my hand until she slumps in the bed beside me.
Panting. Exhausted. She rolls over and tucks her full body against mine for comfort.
“Oh my God,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “Holy sh—holy smokes,” she says adorably, censoring the profanity before she gets punished for a naughty word. Adorable.
“That’s my girl.” I lavish praise on her like icing on a cake, sweet and decadent. She eats it up, her slender arms circling my neck. I make myself wait, ignoring the raging hard-on as I hold her.
Soon, I’ll take her. Soon, I’ll claim her fully.
I can wait.
Something tells me she’s worth it.
She falls asleep tucked in beside me while I hold her. I love the feel of her body pressed to mine, her breath on my skin, the trusting way she lays on me in slumber.
Little by little, I’ll possess every inch of her.
When she’s fully asleep, I close my eyes, my breath joining hers.
I dream of The Castle, meetings with my brothers, and long, empty hallways that lead to dead-ends. Vivia’s crying in one of my dreams, but in the next she’s eating breakfast at one of the long tables in The Great Hall with Marialena and Rosa. Sun pours through into the sun room while we walk the halls hand in hand. I don’t know the details of my dream but I know our enemies are dead and Vivia’s mine.
I’m exhausted from everything that’s happened. When I wake in the middle of the night, she’s rolled over on her side but still touching me. I sling my arm about her reassuringly, and as I drift back off to sleep, I rest in the knowledge that she’s safe with me. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep her there.