Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“What’s the hurry?” he asks.
His eyes are searching mine for answers, and I don’t have any to give. Only that, my pulse is thumping harder now. And I’m afraid that I’m right.
That this won’t bring me pleasure, but only pain. I reach forward and tap my fingers against his chest in time to his heartbeat while he watches me.
“You make the line go away.”
He doesn’t understand, but how could he?
“Is that bad?”
“Yes. It’s not what I want.”
He kisses me on the lips, and I open my mouth for him. My body relaxes slightly, and one of his hands moves down to cup me before he drags his thumb over my clit.
“I want you to come on my cock,” he says. “And then you can have what ye want.”
I nod, and he slides up inside of me. Both of us are dead still and I’m full and it doesn’t hurt but I’m too stiff and Rory sees it.
“Scarlett?” he whispers as he nibbles on my ear.
“Yes?”
“You won’t use me to punish yourself,” he says. “Whatever crazy notion you’ve got up in that head of yours, let it go now. Relax. You have the control to tell me to stop whenever ye want, sweetheart. And I will. But trust me a little, can ye?”
I lean into him and rest against his chest. Where his skin is warm, and he smells like salt and citrus and ocean breezes. There’s still a scar on his bicep from where I stabbed him and I’ve left my mark on him and I like that.
I touch it with my fingers and he touches me too.
He’s playing with me now. Moving his fingers over me and whispering into my ear. He tells me I’m the most beautiful and hellish woman he’s ever seen. He loves my tits and my ass and that this pussy is his now.
The line is cresting higher and higher. I’m at the peak of a rollercoaster. And I’m about to fall.
The release is violent.
I come on Rory’s cock just like he wanted and I’m squeezing him inside of me and he’s groaning with every contraction. My body has collapsed forward, and the sheer size of him swallows me whole when he wraps his arms around me.
“Now I want ye to fuck me,” he says.
This time, he leans back in the chair and spreads his legs wider.
“Ball’s in your court. I’d love nothing more than to watch ye ride my cock like you wanted.”
I grab his shoulders and use them for leverage as I do exactly what he said.
I ride him.
Slowly at first. It’s awkward and clumsy.
I’m practiced at seduction. It’s an art I’ve perfected. But this, I’m a brand-new student. I’ve always been the one being fucked, the few times that it happened.
Now I’m fucking him.
And it feels good. The harder I go at him, the more he groans, and the better it feels for me too.
There’s a reflection of us in the mirror across the room. My smaller body mounted on his massive frame that extends beyond the chair. His legs spread wide and his hands on the back of my heels, holding me in place.
He’s watching us too, in the reflection. And his eyes are on me. Only me.
He pulls on my hair and forces me to arch my back so he can taste my nipples again.
At some point, one of his hands moves between my thighs again. And I come for him, again. It’s not any less violent and Rory can’t fucking stand it.
He grabs my hips and stills me, holding me in place as he thrusts up from below, as deep as he can get. His head tips back and his lips part and he empties himself with a deep groan.
His warmth spreads inside of me. Filling me up.
And I like it. I like to imagine that warmth destroying all the bad of my past. Obliterating any other who has been inside of me this way.
Neither of us moves, even as he softens inside of me.
Rory kisses me again, and then eventually carries me to the bed. I’m too tired to fight it, but then he spoons me.
“What are you doing?”
“Cuddling,” he murmurs into my back.
“But… that’s…”
Words have literally failed me.
I feel his smile against my skin. “Get used to it, sweetheart,” he says. “Ye’re going to get a whole lot weirder with me.”
Fifteen
Rory
She tries to sneak off on me in the morning, so I grab her by the wrist and yank her back into bed, trapping her with my arm.
“Uggg,” she groans. “Get off me. I’ve had about enough of this cuddling bullshit.”
I kiss her throat, and she softens against me.
“How do ye take your eggs?”
She’s quiet for a moment, and then, “what the hell kind of question is that?”
“Seems like the sort of thing ye should ask a woman the morning after. Before ye have another go at her.”