Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“No.”
“Good girl. Not even daddy looks at what’s mine, understand?” His hand moves to my other breast, rolling my nipple between two fingers. “Now tell me why you made me suffer for two days. I tore half the city apart looking for you. Why did you run, princess?”
“I told you,” I murmur, tilting my head to the side so he can give my neck some attention—and he does. “I was bored.”
He grips my jaw. “Tell me the truth or I’ll take you upstairs and fuck it out of you.”
My gasp is a touch dramatic and a lot turned on. “Your mother is here.”
“She can watch me take you on all fours for all I care.” He thrusts his hips against my backside and I feel his thick shaft. “I’m getting my come inside you.”
“But…”
He spins me around and grazes his lips over mine. “But what?”
“Don’t you care that I’m…I-I’m rich? And you’re…”
“Not?” Ezra’s exhale leaves him in a gust, his dark gaze tracking around the luxurious interior of our home. “Not going to lie, I don’t love it.”
“Oh.” I nod unevenly, heart cracking in half. “See? That’s what I thought—”
“But it’s just going to motivate me. To give you this kind of life on my own.” His hands cover my breasts, massaging them in a hypnotic pattern. “I’ll do whatever it takes to have you, Ophelia. Anything to make you happy.”
I don’t need any of this to be happy, I want to say. But all at once, my predicament with Wagner hits me between the eyes. Tomorrow, I’m sacrificing my body to my father’s business partner to save this family. Its very reputation. I have no choice in the matter—and if Ezra knew, I have a feeling he would turn into a destructive savage. He would murder Wagner and go back to prison. I can’t allow that to happen. Nor can I allow my father’s bribe to be exposed because I fell for an ex-convict.
Oh my God. I have fallen for him. How did this happen so fast?
Ezra’s hands snake around to my bottom and clutch my cheeks tightly, pulling me up on my toes, rocking our lower bodies together. “I need you bad, little girl.”
Heat presses to the backs of my eyelids. Do I have to push Ezra away in order to save him? Save my father?
“I’m sorry, but…” With a shaky breath, I shove away from Ezra. “It…well, it would be impossible for somebody with a prison record to give me this kind of life.” I try to give him a haughty look, but the unshed tears in my eyes probably make it unconvincing. “I’m happy right here where I am. And what we did was nice, but I’m not going to jeopardize my happiness. My future. Okay? S-so I think it’s best if you leave me alone.”
Skeptical eyes travel down the front of my body. “You’re going to stand there with a straight face and ask me to leave you alone? You’ve soaked clear through that tight, white thong since you saw me again in the kitchen.”
Red-hot heat suffuses my face. “I said what we did was nice. I didn’t deny it.”
“I found a virgin who gets a tickle in her belly when I’m railing her like a beast. A virgin whose legs spring open when I growl at her. That’s not nice, princess. That’s game over time. That’s marry her and get her pregnant time.”
“Your mother is going to hear you,” I whisper furiously. “You can’t just talk to me like that. It’s rude a-and—”
“And it makes you want to lie down and spread ’em all over again.”
“Stop it.” I press my thighs together to hide the fact that they’re growing slick with my arousal. How dare he? I’m trying to save the world here and he’s taunting me. “Anyway, you might have given me that tickle in my belly, but you, um…didn’t deliver the second time.”
When the smirk vanishes from his face, I immediately regret my words. “I hadn’t touched anything but my own hand in seven years, princess. It’s a wonder I lasted two seconds in that little coin slot pussy.” He catches my robe in a fist and yanks me up against him. “You want me to deliver, show me where you sleep. I will fuck you to high heaven.”
I’m about to say yes, please and point him in the direction of the stairs, because I want nothing more than to have this man in my bed. I want his rough, inked-up skin in my sheets. I want him to grunt and sweat and use me for his own satisfaction. And I might have let him take me upstairs if Leeza didn’t rush into the entryway with a wild look in her eyes.
“Your father is coming home, Ophelia. Five minutes away,” Leeza wheezes, looking pointedly at her son. “You can’t be here. No men in the house. Especially men who look like you. I’ll be fired so fast, my head will spin. Please, Ezra. Go.”