Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“I’m not your responsibility. You don’t have to feel like you owe me anything. You don’t… you don’t have to protect me.”
“You don’t understand. I do have to protect you. Now more than ever.” His lips brush mine as he leans forward. “I need you, Adrienne. My little killer. Agapi mou. I’ve come to cherish you… I’ve come to respect you. When you said you were my partner in the bar tonight, you should’ve felt the way my heart raced. I love the idea of you as my partner. I love thinking of you staying in my life. And seeing you down on that floor, it broke something in me, and now I’m tired of pretending like I don’t want this. Like I don’t want you.”
“Peter,” I whisper and bite my lip hard enough to hurt. “I feel the same way.”
He kisses me hard. I finally release any restraints holding me back and wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter like we’re wrestling. Except there’s no fighting now—there’s only his hand in my hair, his mouth on mine, his warm body damp with sweat and my warm body damp with water. My robe comes off and his fingers and lips explore my skin as he licks my nipples, bites them gently, sucks them hard. His fingers stroke my inner thighs, tease my dripping wet slit, and I pull at him, tugging off his joggers, getting him down to nothing but his boxer briefs.
Peter is magnificent. The pain in his eyes kills me and makes me want more. He drops between my legs and licks me, feasts on me, and I dig my fingers into his hair and moan. It drives him wild the way he loves to touch me, the way he groans with utter delight at every move I make like he’s basking in my skin, like he’s watching me as though I’m his favorite move. Every time I whimper and moan his name, it makes him go faster, fucking me with his fingers and lapping me up, and he climbs on top again and pins me to the bed. This massive, beautiful man. A monster, a looming shadow, a glorious hell demon with fire in his eyes. He could break me. If he stopped pulling his punches, he could kill me.
He kisses me and I gasp from the desire and the pain, and he pulls away, hesitating.
But I don’t want him to hold back. I push him sideways, leveraging him onto his back, and climb on top. I pin his hands up above his head and he smirks as I kiss him the way he kissed me. He breaks my hold and grabs my ass, squeezing hard as I drop down, remove his boxer briefs, and take his thick, long cock in both my hands. His eyes roam my body as he gathers my hair in one massive fist and I take his cock into my mouth, sucking him nice and slow, savoring his taste.
“Nothing makes me want you more than watching you get hit and get back up,” he whispers as I lick him faster, letting my spit roll down his shaft. “Little killer, agapi mou, watching you sweat and struggle beneath me, watching you try to fight me, it makes me want to dominate you. It makes me want to fuck you into submission. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Adrienne? What you’ve done to me? Your strength changed something inside of me. Yes, little killer, don’t look at me like that, like you don’t believe anything I’m saying.” He leans down and kisses me slowly. “It isn’t because my cock’s in your mouth. You deserve praise, Adrienne. You’ve come such a long way and I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I pull back with a gasp as he tugs at my hair. I stare into his eyes, stroking him with both hands, before I slowly straddle his hips.
“Do you really mean that?” I whisper the words, buzzing with need, an explosive desire. He has no clue what that means to me, hearing him say it.
“I mean it.”
“You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” I say, staring at him as I arch my back. His thick tip presses against my dripping entrance, and slowly, so achingly and beautifully slowly, I slide back down and he fills me.
I whimper his name as he sits up and kisses my neck. “Tell me,” he whispers.
I push him back down, both palms on his chest, and start to move my hips.
“You gave me my life back.” He squeezes my ass and spanks it. I gasp, grinning. “You gave me confidence. When we first met, I felt like I wanted to walk out into the ocean and drown myself. But now I can’t imagine being anywhere but in your bed, fucking you, sparring with you. Letting you hit me and hitting you back and getting up when I get knocked down, even if it hurts. That’s what I want, Peter. I want you to make me stronger.”