Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
She takes a sudden step back, her robe sliding open to reveal her naked flesh to me. My cock is aching and straining to get to her. I tug at the knot of my tie, needing air to breathe. Seeing her so fucking tempting is calling to the beast inside me. I want to prowl over to her, pin her down, and take every last bit of her I can get. I want to savor these moments because soon they’ll be gone.
“You’ll know,” she says finally. “You’ll know when I’ve had enough, because you know me. I trust that when you know, you’ll back off.”
Her trust in me makes me feel like shit. Ash puts too much trust in the world. Too much trust in monsters like me. It’s why they prey on her.
Then don’t send her out into it, dumbass.
I hate that I will.
“Let’s begin,” I grit out as I shed my jacket. “On your knees, maid.”
Her sassy eyebrow arches up in that bitchy way I love so much, but she wisely keeps her mouth shut. I yank off my tie as she allows her robe to slip off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Then, she gracefully falls to her knees, her tits bouncing with the movement. Seeing her on her knees, naked and willing in my living room is nearly too much to bear. She’s too perfect. A perfect sexual match for me. It’s too bad everything else about her doesn’t fit into my world.
I flick through my buttons, enjoying the way her hazel orbs darken with lust. She’s just as obsessed with me as I am her. It’s a lethal combination, because neither of us seems strong enough to keep the other one at bay. Each of us keeps falling into the same depraved trap.
Once I’ve shed my shirt, I prowl over to her. My erection, barely contained in my slacks, is in her pretty face.
“Dirty girls belong on the floor,” I lightly smack her cheek. “Right?”
“Ten grand.”
I smirk at her reply. “Expensive.”
“You have the money.”
Twisting my fingers in her hair, I yank her head back. “You’re not worth it.”
“Twenty grand. Easy money, Constantine.”
My heart gallops in my chest. There’s still so much I want to do to her—with her—but our time is done. After tonight, I need to regain my focus. Playtime is over.
“I think they call your kind gold diggers.” I slide my hand to her throat, jerking her to her feet. “Am I right?”
A mixture of defiance and lust burn hot in her eyes. “Thirty.”
“Take my pants off, whore.” I squeeze on her neck, enjoying the way her face quickly turns purple.
“Forty,” she rasps out and fumbles with my belt, undoing it blindly as her eyes are locked on mine.
I groan when her palm slides into my pants, rubbing against my throbbing cock. “Needy girl with daddy issues is all you are.” I nip at her bottom lip hard enough she whines.
“Fifty.” Her voice is a mere whisper because of the unrelenting grip I have on her neck.
As soon as I let go of her throat, she gets down to business of divesting me of my clothes. I allow her to remove my pants and boxers. Shoes and socks. When I’m naked, the tip of my cock leaking with pre-come, I grab a handful of her ass, yanking her to me.
“Eager slut, hmm?”
“Sixty.”
A dark chuckle escapes me. “We might make a millionaire out of you by the end of the evening. Well played, Cinderelliott.”
She preens at my praise.
This. Fucking. Girl.
To end her gloating, I throw her over my shoulder, smacking her ass hard enough she yelps. “Neediest brat I’ve ever met.”
“Seventy!” she yells out, smacking my ass right back.
I fight a stupid smile as I stride into her room. Sex isn’t supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be . . . fun.
“Spread your legs and show me what I’m overpaying for,” I order, tossing her on the bed.
“Eighty.”
I smack her thigh. “Eighty now.”
Her dark hair is wild around her, and her pouty pink lips are parted. I could spend hours devouring this woman. Every part of her is a piece I want to consume and live off until my dying days. I don’t understand her or how she gets inside me like she does, but it’s her superpower, that’s for damn sure.
“Make love to me like this,” she murmurs. “Where I can see your mean face the whole time.”
A challenge.
She wants me to bite.
To be her hero and save the day.
I’m afraid the damn girl will never learn.
I grab her by the hips and flip her. “No.”
She squeals when I smack her ass, chasing it with another insult. I pounce on her, nipping at her shoulder and neck, whispering more cruel words. Ash whines out each growing number to the total.