Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I put on a fucking show for him, loving how it gets him off, and once I’ve taken him all, he releases his hold in my hair and allows me to focus my attention on Zade. Only as I come down from my high and Sawyer and Dalton pull free, Zade decides he needs so much more. He locks his strong arm around my waist and lays me down across his couch.
He comes down on top of me, taking my thigh and hitching it up high before thrusting that glorious cock deep inside my pussy. He fucks me hard, rolling his hips and taking long, deep thrusts, and I tip my head back over the armrest of the couch, the intensity making me dizzy.
“Oh fuck, Zade,” I groan, reaching up and clutching his shoulder, my nails digging into his warm skin.
“That’s right, Lamb,” he says. “From now on, when we fuck, I’m always the last to take you, always the last to touch you. That way when your sweet little cunt is hurting, it’ll be me you feel there. You understand me?”
God, do I ever!
Then shifting my hand to his chin, I force those dark, deadly eyes to come back to mine. “Make it worth my while and you’ve got yourself a deal,” I tell him. “I’m not fucking fragile, Zade. Fuck me like you really mean it.”
And with that, he rises to the challenge and has me screaming within seconds, and barely a moment later, an even more intense orgasm tears through me. Then only when my pussy is convulsing around him does he finally empty himself inside of me as a dark, wicked grin pulls at the corner of his lips—a silent warning that I just unleashed the kind of sexual beast that only a woman with one hell of an appetite could take. And lucky for me, I’ve never been so hungry.
Chapter 31
OAKLEY
Standing in the center of the function hall in the bottom of the DeVil Hotel with Sawyer’s arm locked tightly around my waist, I stare up at the incredible display. This place is breathtaking and leaves me wondering how the hell I never knew this was down here. Actually, there’s a shitload of things I’m only just discovering about this hotel. Like the fact there’s an indoor pool on the thirty-eighth floor with a swim-up bar. Though to be fair, I think someone mentioned a pool at one point, but it’s not like my horny kidnappers thought to actually show it to me.
The function hall is filled with bodies, the room overflowing as Empire puts on one of the greatest celebrations of life this world will ever see.
The music flows with just the right amount of champagne, and while this party would have been incredible in the marvelous setup of the ballroom, Zade’s function hall is the next best thing. Though in hindsight, perhaps Empire should steer clear of the ballroom from now on, you know . . . when it’s rebuilt of course. It couldn’t be healthy for us to return there after everything that went down.
Empire needs a fresh start, and that’s exactly what this is . . . kind of.
“Have I told you how fucking delicious you look?” Sawyer murmurs in my ear.
“You did,” I say with a sultry smile. “You told me when I was putting the dress on and then you told me again in the elevator right before you took the dress off.”
A smirk pulls at his lips, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he lies just as he spins me out before pulling me back in, his hand falling into place on my lower back and making me feel like an absolute princess.
I’ve never had a man dance with me like this before. Don’t get me wrong, my prom date definitely tried, but when his hand disappeared up my skirt, I realized maybe he was thinking about the wrong kind of tango. But Sawyer Thorne has me here blushing like a little schoolgirl, completely swept off my feet.
I soak up every second of the dance, and when the music stops, my heart breaks just a little. But Sawyer is a pushover, and I know without a doubt that I will have a few more dances before the night is through.
Easton catches our attention from across the room, holding up a glass for me, and I smile as we walk over to the guys. I gingerly take the drink from his hand and take a greedy sip before realizing it’s just water and give him a hard stare.
“What?” he mutters as the boys talk among themselves. “You’re on strong painkillers and medication. You can’t drink.”
“I just had your cock so far down my throat I could feel you in my stomach, and you have the nerve to tell me that I can’t have a drink?” I question.