Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Because I couldn’t say no.
My breath hitched. “Fuck me.”
I should’ve known what was coming.
Aslan smirked, pulled his finger out of my pussy, and stood. “I’m surprised at you, Ling. I thought it would be harder than that. Everyone talks about The Dragon Queen like she’s some fucking goddess, and look at you now.” He put his finger under his nose and closed his eyes, breathing my scent deep into his lungs. He sucked that finger into his mouth, licking it clean, and then smirked cruelly. “How does it feel, falling from the top, you weak-ass bitch?”
Well, shit. I ran my cold fingers over my now aching cheeks. It didn’t feel great, that was for sure.
Without a word, I reached under my desk and pulled out my gun, pointing it at him. When Aslan’s face blackened, I returned it with a grin. I did this because we both knew I had a lust for blood and would have no problem shooting him right where he stood. After all, he was in my house, and the disrespect he had shown was colossal.
I lowered my pistol and looked at him closely. “God, you’re beautiful.” When his face softened marginally, I went on. “But you’re right, of course. Thank you for the reminder.” My lips parted at the sight of him and I made a show of looking him up and down. “Sure, I’d like that cock in my mouth,” I admitted, my voice turning breathy, “choking me as you thrust balls-deep.” I shook my head slowly and sighed, watching his sudden regret. I leered inwardly. “I’ve always liked you, Aslan, and I’ll miss fucking you. Or, should I say—” I smiled cruelly. “—I’ll miss you fucking me.”
Aslan glared at me. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not working.”
“Is that why your dick’s harder than a minister’s prick at Sunday school?” I smirked when he reached down to adjust himself brazenly. I lifted my pen to my lips. “No one would need to know,” I told him, gazing down at the outline of his hard cock. “It would be our little secret.” My face became void of expression. “By the way, how’s your wife?”
I guess I had a death wish. That was the only explanation I had for asking about her—his Turkish princess. And when he lunged for me, I wasn’t prepared. Or maybe I was and I just didn’t care. I don’t know.
It was an issue lately, my lack of care.
The first blow was hard enough to have my face snapping to the side, and as I tumbled to the floor, I felt his strong body straddle me. My heart raced from the sheer exhilaration of being hurt. My temple throbbed and I loved it. I felt it all over, the pain, and I savored it like a lover. The second blow hit me as hard as the first, and when I managed to focus, Aslan was over me, his lip curled, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
He lifted a fist to deliver another blow, and that was when I smiled a bloody smile. “Now who’s weak?” When he realized I got him as badly as he got me, I laughed openly, spitefully.
Game. Set. Match.
Yeah, bitch. You wanna play?
I won this round.
Aslan didn’t understand that when I played, I only competed because I intended to win. At any cost.
It took a moment, but the now panting Turk sat back on his heels, and I was surprised when he muttered a weary-sounding, “Touché.”
Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out a clean, white handkerchief and handed it to me. Leaning up on my elbows, I took it and pressed it to my fat lip. It was bleeding. I knew this because the familiar metallic taste coated my tongue, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for Aslan to flip me over, pull down my panties, and fuck my ass as roughly as my body would allow.
Maybe even as roughly as it wouldn’t.
“Stop it,” he said, sitting back, leaning against my desk, and shaking his head at my open desire. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ling.” His brows narrowed. “You’re so messed up, baby.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
Removing the cloth from my face, I smiled through my split lip. “That’s why you love me.”
I was joking, of course. What he said next, I didn’t see coming.
Aslan watched me a long while before he cupped my cheek gently, and murmured, “That’s why I love you.”
My heart stuttered.
I didn’t like what his declaration made me feel. So I changed the direction of this meeting.
My small hand came to his on my cheek and I pressed my lips to the tip of his thumb, gently kissing it before pulling it into my mouth, sucking. Aslan’s lids shuttered and I sucked it deep. His lips parted and he let out a heavy breath.