Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
“I know what I was to you. Or at least I thought I did and up until today, I didn’t know it was that easy for you to lie to my face as if I meant nothing to you at all.”
“Trust me, Cherry. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
“I loved you.”
“You still do.”
She didn’t waver. “Maybe.”
I was about to get off the bed, but she held her arm out stopping me.
“I spent years telling myself I didn’t imagine what we had. How you made me feel, how you looked at me, our conversations, our kisses, your hands on me… I told myself it was a lie. You were lying, but then I’d think back at how you were able to look me in the eyes with such distain. How could you hurt me like that?”
From the bottom of my heart, I spoke with sincerity, “I’m sorry, Cherry girl.”
The hard expression on her face softened.
“Come here.”
“Adrian…”
“Please.”
She knew I didn’t beg often. It worked on getting her ass over to me. Once she was close enough, I pulled her into my arms to wrap mine around her. For a second, she froze. It was such a vulnerable position for me. With my head against her stomach, I stayed like that, hugging her to the front of my body.
When I felt her arms go hold me back, I loosened my grip, thinking back on the last time we were like this…
Where I was at her mercy.
Twenty-Nine
Adrian
Past: One month later
“You ready, Cherry?”
Paige sighed, looking at me through the full-length mirror in front of her.
“You are the most impatient man in the world. Do you know that?”
I was over to her in three strides, grabbing her wrist to turn her to face me. “You sassing me, sweetheart?”
She rolled her eyes at me as my hands inched toward her ass. “It’s not sass when it’s true.”
I spanked her hard and grabbed her ass, making her yelp. “Ow!”
I grinned as she pushed against my chest, trying to get out of my grasp. It was no use. She wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to. It was just entertaining as fuck to watch her try.
“It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to do whatever I want today.”
“What’s your excuse for the rest of the time?” she giggled as I slowly moved my hands near her inner thighs. It didn’t take much to make her squirm, she was sensitive everywhere. I made sure to touch her every chance I got, just to hear her laugh.
She tried to swat my hands away. “Stop, that tickles!” she said, thrashing and throwing her head back with laughter.
She gasped when I suddenly lifted her up, leaning her back against the wall with a slight thud. Before I wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck for support.
“For someone who is so impatient, you sure are making it hard for me to get ready. I thought you wanted to go?”
“Everything I want is in my arms.”
I deliberately pushed my hard cock against her core so she could feel my need for her. Continuing my descent, I took it a step further. My hands started to roam from her hip up her side, grazing her tit, causing a moan to escape her lips.
“Shhh… Cade’s in his room,” I groaned, rubbing my cock along her heat again. Making her legs wrap tighter around my waist.
She wanted to feel every inch of me.
My hands worked their way under her tank, the need to feel her soft skin against my calloused fingers won. I peered into her eyes. Our connection had always been flawless and easy.
When her small, delicate hands started moving from my neck down to my chest, I instantly grabbed her wrists, bringing them above her head. Holding them tight in my grasp.
“Did I say you could touch me?” I taunted, brushing my lips lightly over hers.
She shook her head no, her nose grazing mine. “But you’re so delicious,” she countered, angling her head, trying to kiss me.
I chuckled against her mouth. “I could say the same for you,” I breathed out, pecking her lips. Giving her what she wanted.
I deepened our kiss, getting lost in the feeling of her velvety tongue.
She pulled away first, and I immediately missed her mouth. Smirking up at me through her lashes, she purred, “Good.”
Without warning, I released her hands and stepped back, causing her to fall to her feet unexpectedly. She whimpered from the loss of my touch, glaring at me as she adjusted her clothes.
She snuck out my window and I left my apartment through the front door. To say it wasn’t thrilling to be sneaking around was a lie. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want to get caught. Mostly because I didn’t want to lose her, but that didn’t stop the fun of messing around.