Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 23651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Leaving her sticky-sweet honey covering my face, I slid up her sinful body, prepared and ready to fuck the life out of her. The urge to kiss her was there but I knew it was a line I couldn’t cross. The girls from the agency have a strict “no lips to the face” rule, which I had to abide by. Instead, I lowered my body on top of Annabella’s, using my forearms to support most of my weight before leaning down to nip at her ear. I was consumed with the need to sink into her silky warmth as soon as possible, but I also craved the intimacy, the closeness. I wanted more. I could feel the energy pulsing between us like a beat of a drum. Reaching down, I nudged my cock against her entrance.
“Be sure and shout Griffin next time, baby. As a matter of fact...feel free to scream it.”
With that said, I slammed into her with every bit of strength I could muster up in me. In a split second, I was buried balls-deep in her tight warmth and I realized two things at once.
One: She was a virgin.
Two: I am so fucked.
CHAPTER 3 *Annabella*
Any lingering pleasure from my orgasm was wiped away the moment Mr. Stone rips through my flesh, forcing all eight inches of him into me, filling me to the brim. Unable to control myself, I leaned forward and bit down onto the flesh between his collarbone and neck while screaming out his name in pain.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “I’m going to owe you one.”
I bit down harder at his words, not knowing what he meant, causing him to let out a louder grunt. I could taste a hint of coppery blood on my tongue and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. He stiffened against me, drawing his hips back to thrust into me twice before coating my walls with his warm seed. Releasing his neck from between my teeth, I let my head dropped back down onto the bed, trying to come to terms with how all of this happened so quickly. Griffin’s body went completely lax, pushing me further into the bed. He was making it hard for me to breathe and I shifted around, trying to get out from under him. He tensed.
“Trying to get away from me already?”
I felt his cock growing hard once again inside me, causing a jolt of fear to shoot through my body. The throbbing ache between my legs had lessened but I didn’t think I could go for a second round.
“Please, Mr. Stone,” I pleaded.
“A fucking virgin. They sent me a goddamn angel virgin!” he cursed as he slid his semi-hard cock out of me, causing my inner walls clench at the loss of his big, hot girth. I needed space. Bringing my hands to his chest, I pushed as hard as I could, catching him off guard and he half fell off the bed. Taking that moment to put some distance between us, I moved off in the opposite direction, using the giant bed as a barrier between us.
“Fuck you, Mr. Stone! You very well knew that I was a virgin; you even paid extra for that privilege. How dare you treat me like this?”
“Like what? Like a common whore? Isn’t that what you are? Don’t pretend that a perfect woman like you would willingly be with a man who looks like me unless she was getting paid for it,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
Taking a step forward as if about to move around the side of the bed, I mimicked Griffin’s movement to keep the distance between his anger and I. I could feel his cum slowly trickling down my thighs. Was this how he truly saw the mail order bride deal? That I was just a whore for him to use and enjoy? And to top it all off, it seemed like my looks just pisses him off.
Darting my eyes around the room, I scanned for an escape route. I needed more space. Spying a bathroom to my left, I got ready to bolt. Pulling my eyes back to Griffin, I met his gaze and what I saw in his eyes cooled off some of my anger. While his words and actions were that of anger, his eyes told a whole different story. All I could see in his bright emerald eyes was pain. Pain was an easy emotion for me to spot; maybe it was because I saw it in Father’s eyes every day after Mother had passed away.
While I could still feel anger simmering inside me, I didn’t want to make any decisions right now. I could take Logan up on his offer to grab my things and return to the city or maybe I could even get the agency to help find me another husband. But the flash of pain in Griffin’s eyes and his gruesome scars told me that there was more to this man than meets the eye, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to know what it was that he was so desperately hiding.
Uncaring of my nudity, I placed my hands on my hips, trying to make myself seemed more confident than how I actually felt. “I think it’ll be best if you sleep in another room tonight, Mr. Stone. Maybe even the backyard. Do you have a doghouse back there? It seems fitting. If you’re going to act like a beast, then maybe you should sleep like one too.”
“I’ll show you a beast.” He growled seconds before he lunged over the bed, making a grab for me. I was faster though, and I made it to the bathroom first. Slamming the door shut, I clicked the lock in place just before Griffin started banging on it, causing the frame to rattle.
“Open the fucking door, Annabella, or I’ll knock it the fuck down,” he yelled, giving the door, what I believed to be, another hard punch.