Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Ella pulled back at the initial shock of cold water. Her beautiful pale face with streaks of makeup and soot stared at me as if seeing me for the first time. “Tell me it’s all a bad dream. Tell me none of this is happening. Lie to me.”
As the warming water drenched her hair, turning it from a golden blonde to a deeper brown, I cupped her face. “I can’t, babygirl. You have no idea how badly I wish I could.”
Her face became pinched, her mouth opening on a cry.
Unable to take her pain another moment, I slammed my mouth down on hers. As if I could somehow swallow all the anguish and guilt tormenting her.
Swinging her to my left, I lifted her up and slammed her back against the tiles, pressing my hips into hers as I deepened the kiss. My lips moved over hers as my tongue swept inside.
But it wasn’t enough.
I needed something… I needed more.
My fingers twisted in her wet curls as I sank my teeth into her full lower lip.
She cried out and jerked her head back.
With my breath coming fast and heavy, I stared at the pink tip of her tongue sweeping along her lip to taste the droplet of blood that had formed there.
Her hands grabbed my jaw as her gaze fixated on my bared teeth. “Hurt me again, Matteo.”
My brow furrowed even as a primal urge rose in my chest. “Ella—”
“I’m so cold and numb. The guilt is too much.”
My fingers dug into the flesh of her hip where I held her anchored between me and the shower wall. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re asking. I’ll be too rough.”
She buried her face in the crook of my neck and… bit me. Hard.
An animalistic growl rumbled from my chest.
All the pain. All the grief. All the anger vibrated through every limb.
My hand fisted in her hair, and I captured her mouth again. Giving no quarter.
The beast was unleashed.
Hot water stung the scrapes on my back from the explosion, spurring me on.
Lowering her feet to the slick tile floor, I gripped the front of her dress and tore it open, snapping the fragile plastic clasp of her bra at the same time. My mouth descended. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to scrape the sensitive flesh.
Ella groaned as her fingers threaded through my hair, then pulled hard.
Moving my mouth over the soft curves of her breast, I sank my teeth into her flesh.
She cried out but didn’t move away, only yanking on my hair harder.
A sick, possessive satisfaction gripped me as I stared down at the red, crescent-shaped bite mark on her flesh.
Mine.
Marked as mine.
Forever mine.
And no one was taking her from me.
I spun her around. After ripping the dress off her arms, it fell in a sodden heap at our feet. “Hands on the wall.”
Her fingers splayed out as she braced herself against the wall.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
I ran my hand over her ass cheek before raising my arm and spanking her. Her wet, warmed skin bloomed with a bright hand mark.
Good.
I wanted to mark every inch of her skin. If I could, I’d tattoo my mark in permanent ink, so she’d never forget who owned her now.
Hating having to take my hands off her even for a second, I made short work of my shirt, tearing it over my head and throwing it aside before spanning my hands over her generous hips.
I wrenched her hips backward until her ass slammed against my hips.
Twisting my hand in her hair, I reached for the almond shower oil. I squeezed the bottle until a thick stream of golden liquid streamed down her lower back to pool between her ass cheeks. The bottle clattered against the glass shower wall as I threw it away from me and ran my fingers along her crack, pushing inside until the tips skimmed her tight, puckered hole.
Pushing one finger inside, I worked the oil in deep before lowering my jeans zipper.
Released from the confines of my jeans, my hard cock sprang forward, bobbing against the top of her ass. My oil-covered hand clasped my shaft in a rigid grip as I coated it before stroking it against her skin several times then pushing it between her cheeks.
Pressing my hips forward, I pushed the head against her hole.
Ella fought my grasp on her hair as she tried to look over her shoulder.
“Eyes forward,” I commanded.
She whimpered as I pushed against the constricted muscle ring again.
I leaned over her back to rasp in her ear, “You want the pain, babygirl?”
She moaned.
I yanked on her hair. “I asked you a question,” I growled.
“Yes, sir.”
I nipped at her earlobe like a stallion preparing his mare. “Beg me for it.”
The wet surface of the tile squeaked under her moving hands. “Please. I need this.”