Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
She’d found the exact words to break me.
I’d been truthful when I’d told her I didn’t regret bartering for her virginity. I still didn’t, not if it meant keeping her from Ronaldo. But I did regret that my actions had hurt her.
This would always remain a sore spot between us, a resentment built into the foundation of our relationship.
I wasn’t willing to build our future on her pain. No part of belonging to me should be painful for her.
“All right, dulzura,” I agreed. “This is between us and no one else.”
I skimmed my palm up her thigh, pushing the floaty layers of her dress out of the way so I could stroke her pussy. She gasped and arched at first contact, her lacy panties already soaked for me.
“I’ll show you how good it feels to be mine,” I swore, teasing her clit.
“Yes,” she cried, her legs falling open in offering. “Make me yours, Mateo.”
She wasn’t taunting me this time; she was begging.
The last shred of my restraint snapped. I shifted my hold, cradling her against my chest as I carried her into my bedroom. Sofia’s first time wouldn’t be a rough fuck over the couch.
When we reached my desired destination, I set her down on her feet, steadying her with my hands around her waist. She went up onto her toes, pulling me in for a hungry kiss.
Her aggression shocked me, but my body responded in kind. I growled against her mouth, nipping at her pouty lower lip. She let out a shuddering sigh and opened for me, welcoming my harsh claim.
I started tearing at her dress. The strapless gown was secured with a long row of buttons down her back. I kissed her in a frenzy, my thick fingers fumbling at the tiny impediments to stripping Sofia.
By the time she had my shirt unbuttoned, I lost patience. Grabbing the structured bodice of the dress in my fists, I yanked it apart with my full strength.
Dozens of little, organza-covered buttons popped free and bounced all over my bedroom floor.
Sofia giggled against my lips, the sound of her delight rolling into my body. It filled me with joy so hot and bright that it consumed me, her purity scouring the darkest parts inside me.
I shoved the ruined remnants of the dress away and moved farther down her body, hooking my thumbs beneath the band of her panties. Once I slid them down her legs, I pressed a reverent kiss against her scarred thigh.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, and her lower lip quivered with the force of her emotions. Her eyes were shining, but she wasn’t sad. Sofia had spent her entire life being told she wasn’t good enough, that her appearance wasn’t pleasing enough. Her shitty mother had planted the insidious idea in her head that she had ruined her body.
“You are breathtaking, Sofia,” I promised. “You’re perfect.”
After lavishing the marks with my tender attentions, I picked her up again, so I could lay her down on my bed—our bed.
I took a minute to drink her in, burning the sight into my brain. Sofia’s lovely body was pure, mouthwatering perfection straight out of my obsessive fantasies. But it was her soft, shy smile that transformed her into my personal goddess.
“I want to see you, too,” she whispered, her sparkling eyes raking over my bared chest like a tactile sensation.
She’d never seen me naked, not even shirtless. Now, her hungry gaze roved over my tattoos, meandering along the swirling, stark black patterns I’d chosen to ink into my skin: symbols of strength and power.
Her gaze dipped lower, and her white teeth sank into her lip when her attention dropped to the bulge in my slacks.
I bit out a curse and hastily shucked off the rest of my clothes, eager for her to see all of me.
Her wide-eyed stare and parted lips were a snapshot out of one of my wet dreams. She swallowed hard, not diverting her attention from my erection for a second.
“You’re really big,” she said, her soft tone caught between wonder and fear.
Everything about her reaction was more perfect than I could have ever imagined.
Shock tore through me when she propped up on her elbows and reached for me, her slender fingers stroking my length in a curious exploration.
I hissed at the delicious contact, and I grasped her shoulders to press her back down into the mattress.
“You’ll make me lose control, Sofia,” I explained tightly to allay the little furrow in her brow.
I’d waited for her, wanted her, for too long. I wouldn’t ruin this by rutting into her like a teenage boy.
I settled my body over hers, pinning her beneath me. My cock jerked against her soft belly, tormented by the feel of her. She lifted her hips, grinding her clit on my thigh in an attempt to stimulate herself. Her wet arousal painted my skin, her body slick and ready for me.