Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, sweetness,” he says softly, the fury I’ve just witnessed evaporating like a morning fog right in front of my eyes. The anger and the rage melts away, showing instead that heated, captivating intensity.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he murmurs as he moves towards me. He pulls the covers back, his face hardening a little as he sees the look on my face.
“It takes a certain…” He frowns, his hand coming up and stroking my hair. Instantly, the fear starts to tumble away.
“It takes a certain will to run my business.”
I swallow, nodding slowly.
“You know my business — what it is I do.”
“Yes,” I say quietly, nodding.
“It’s not what you think, angel.”
My eyes drop to my hands, twisting in my lap.
“What is it you think I am, angel?”
I shake my head.
“It’s okay,” he says gently, cupping my jaw and raising my face up to look into my eyes softly. “You don’t ever need to be afraid of me. Never.”
“You’re a crime boss,” I finally say, chewing on my bottom lip. Jagger just smiles, his eyes radiating warmth and heat into mine.
“I run an empire, angel. Empires are empires, mine just takes a bit more finesse than others. Look, banks are criminal organizations that prey on the weak and helpless. Pharmaceutical companies commit genocide. I simply exist in a span between laws.”
I bite my lip, nodding.
“You’re curious about the yelling — about what that was about.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s none of my—”
“It is your business,” Jagger purrs, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. I can’t help but smile.
“It is your business now, because you’re with me now. You’re my everything, and so you deserve to know. You must know, actually.”
He tilts my head up again, and before I know it, he’s kissing my lips again — kissing me like he’s been waiting forever to do it.
“My everything,” he breathes.
And I want it so much.
I want to be his everything, molded to him, bound to him — by his side through all of it. I’m totally aware of how insane it sounds, that a man I was given to to settle a freaking bet should make me feel like this, but there’s no denying it. There’s no denying the pulsing need for him coursing through my body, or the way my whole world tilts on its axis just being around him.
And when he kisses me?
Well, forget it. Because I want to forget anything else but those kisses.
Jagger does just that again, kissing me until I’m sure we’ve left the earth behind and floated up into space. Slowly, he pulls away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
So much more.
He stands, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands move to his belt. My pulse jumps, my whole body igniting with need.
“And now, angel,” he purrs, undoing his belt.
“Now I’m going to make you mine.”
6
Jagger
I undo my belt slowly, letting her eyes wash over me and relishing the way her cheeks flush and her breath catches as she drinks in my muscles and ink. The look only confirms what I already know — that this is all new to her. She’s never seen a man undress like this in front of her.
She’s never been touched by a man before. The thought sends the blood roaring through my ears and has my balls throbbing with need to have her. To be her first. To be her everything, forever.
I step out of my pants, my black boxers tented obscenely by my raging hard cock straining at the fabric. I growl lowly at the unabashedly hungry look in her unblinking eyes as I hook my thumbs unto the sides and pull them down. Skye gasps quietly as my thick, throbbing cock springs into view. It twitches, as if it knows its one and only is sitting right in front of it — like it’s hungry to taste her. A thick, white dollop of cum beads at the tip before dripping slowly down the underside, making the pulsing shaft slick and glistening.
I let my eyes burn into her as I reach down and wrap a hand around myself, stroking my cock slowly. I step onto the bed, pulling the duvet out of her hands and away from her and letting my eyes feast on this gorgeous, sexy, angelic creature laid out before me.
I move into her, scooping her tiny, frail frame into my arms and kissing her deeply. I relish the way her warm skin feels against mine — the way she moans softly into my lips. I want to kiss all of it away — all the shittiness in her life and all the bad cards she’s been dealt. She like a broken little bird whose wings need fixing. But I know there’s a powerful strength right beneath the surface, and I know that if I can mend her wings, she’ll soar.