Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Mila turns to her side and I watch her wince. That fucking dress is too damn tight. No one should be sewn into something to wear it. I was taken aback when the seamstress came in after lunch to help her into the dress.
They move around for another pose and I watch pain flash on Mila’s face. I take another step towards her. I watch as some of the color drains from her face. “She’s done,” I bark, stepping right into the shoot.
“Get out of the shoot!” the photographer yells. I turn and shoot him a look that has him stepping back a good five feet.
“I’m fine, really.” Mila lifts her hand, and I grab it, pulling it to my chest. It calms the burn of anger I felt when I saw her in pain. I’m losing it. How can I feel so connected to her already? I barely know her. The story about soulmates my grandpa told me drifts through my mind.
“You’re not fine.” I look down into her deep green eyes that I’ve noticed can change colors and right now all I see is pain. She wobbles a little in the ridiculous high heels they have her in and I’m done.
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, knowing she’ll put up a fight about staying. All the other girls gasp and a few others make comments that I ignore. I keep moving toward her dressing room, not even stopping when I hear those heels fall off her feet. Cara is laughing from behind me and I know she’s making sure no one is following us.
When I get to her dressing room I fling the door open and step inside before slamming it behind me and hitting the lock on it. I drop her to her feet. She looks up at me with a shocked expression. I’m pretty sure she can’t find her words.
I grip her dress and rip it right down the center. It falls away from her body, leaving her in only a nude thong. Her small pink nipples are hard and begging for attention. My mouth waters to suck on them, to see if they are as soft and sweet as the rest of her. “That dress cost twenty thousand dollars,” she breathes out.
“Don’t fucking care,” I growl. I’ll pay for it. I wanted it off her as fast as I could make it happen. Behind closed doors.
“You can’t just take me from a shoot,” she whispers, as if she can’t believe what happened.
“Just did,” I throw back at her. I think she is going to challenge me on it, but then she smirks, showing me that dimple in her left cheek. It’s the same one that’s been driving me fucking crazy all day.
“It was hurting,” she admits, her hands coming to rest on my chest. I take a step into her and she retreats a few steps until her back hits the wall.
“The panties expensive, too?” I ask her. She nods.
“Good,” I say before dropping to my knees in front of her and ripping them away. I don’t give her time to react before I’m pushing her legs apart and licking her pussy. She gasps. Her small hands digging into my shoulder.
I growl when her sweet taste hits my lips. She’s even sweeter than I thought she would be. My hands dig into her hips as I eat her. I want to drink down every drop of her, and I want to be inside of her.
I ignore the ache between my thighs. My cock is heavy, begging me to take her here and now. To make her scream my name over and over again so everyone knows she mine. Even the fucker who is trying to take her from me. Trying to scare her. It won't happen. She’s mine now and no one else's.
I pull my mouth from her and she moans a complaint. “Who do you belong to?” I lock my eyes on her. They are heavy lidded and filled with desire. Desire for me.
Her mouth parts, but no words come out. She wiggles her hips, looking almost confused.
“You belong to me,” I tell her.
Her eyes grow round and her full lips form a perfect O, but she nods in agreement. I give a long lick up her pussy, stopping to place a kiss on her clit. “Say it,” I tell her. I need to hear those words to calm the storm that is raging inside me. Maybe this will calm me so I don’t take her on the floor of her dressing room. She deserves more than that. Something as sweet as her deserves everything.
“I belong to you,” she breathes out. “Only you,” she adds.
I increase the pressure on her hips, and possessiveness like nothing I’ve ever experienced rolls over me as I bury my face between her legs again. I hear her saying my name over and over as her sweetness fills my mouth and her body jerks against my face. I drink it down, but I can’t stop. I need more.