Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
But the old bastard doesn’t know me.
I’m my father’s son.
As much as I hate it, Orin Hayle raised me and scarred me and brutalized me into thinking the way he does. Power is a zero-sum game, and I will not share my power with a man like Hugh, not for anything. I’d rather die than give him a shred of my throne or my crown.
I storm out of there, fuming, and head back to my room to take my frustration and anger out on Tara.
Chapter 20
Tara
He pins me against the wall, rips off my shorts, and wraps a hand over my mouth.
I gasp and groan as he teases my pussy. I try to struggle and fight to get away but he holds me there, breathing against my neck, trapping me with his massive body. I feel his stiff cock against my ass, trembling and twitching for me.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. Kellen’s lips feel like heaven on my throat as his hand tightens over my mouth. “Be nice and quiet while I fuck you raw.”
He takes me from behind, his cock sliding deep into my pussy. He’s rough, brutal almost, and I take every inch of him. It’s bliss, heaven, and he drives himself harder and harder, leaving a trail of sweat down my back. I come in a firestorm, so hard it leaves me trembling on the floor, and he stands there grinning, still hard and twitching like he needs more and can barely control himself.
I moan, backing away. But he grabs my hair and drags me to the couch. His pure, physical intensity drives me crazy, and he looks wild with lust like he can’t stop himself even if he wanted to. He needs me right now, needs my body like nobody’s ever wanted me before, and it’s intoxicating. I could bottle and drink myself dizzy on the look he’s giving me right now like the strongest drug imaginable.
“I’m not done with you. Not yet,” he whispers as he puts me down, ass in the air, and pins my wrists behind my back. He spanks me rough once, twice, and my core’s buzzing with renewed desire. “Not even close, my wife.”
Another spank so rough and sharp it makes me moan with lust and he plunges himself deep into my soaking pussy so hard I have to bury my mouth against a pillow and scream my pleasure.
He fucks me savage and relentless, holding me down, spanking my ass. I’ll be bruised and sore and I can’t wait. I moan and wiggle my hips wanting every inch, not bothering to play into the control and domination fantasy we’re acting out right now, too lost in the pure carnal pleasure to care. I don’t want to pretend to fight anymore, I only want him. He growls in response and keeps going, slamming into me, sensing my increased need, and I’m stupid with every inch of him.
I come again, screaming into the couch, and he finishes deep between my legs with a low groan. It’s so fucking sexy I move forward, turn around, and take his cock in my mouth, tasting the last spurts of his orgasm. I lick him clean, roll my tongue around his tip, shuddering and shaking with bliss, and moan as we fall together onto the cushions, his arms around my body.
“Is this what we’re doing from now on?” I ask, grinning stupidly, head still in the clouds. “You’re just going to savagely fuck me whenever you want to?”
“Pretty much. Are you complaining or begging for me to keep going?”
“Begging. Please, Daddy, ravage me.”
He laughs and pulls my hair. I gasp, grinning, and he buries his mouth on mine. “Careful, babe,” he whispers. “I’ll give you what you ask for.”
I feel him hardening already. “God, you’re insatiable.”
“Call me Daddy again.”
“Oh, Daddy, you know you can fuck me whenever you want.”
He grins huge and kisses me nice and slow.
We end up in the shower. It’s passionate this time, soapy and wild, and when we finally finish and lay spent on the bed, drying off in the air, our bodies intertwined, I wonder how I ended up with him like this.
“I got you something yesterday,” he says as he stands up and starts to pull on clothes.
I watch him, stretching luxuriously, and prop my head up on one elbow. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“After my visit with Cormac and Hugh, when I told them to go fuck themselves, I paid a quick visit to one of the businesses I own.” He pulls out a black paper gift bag, unmarked and simple. He brings it over, wearing only a pair of dark jeans, his chest and abs rippling with muscles and still damp from out vigorous shower-time activities.
“What is it?”
He opens the bag and I reach inside. At the bottom, there’s a small box. I take it out and stare.