Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 33(@200wpm)___ 27(@250wpm)___ 22(@300wpm)
“Don’t torture, me. Please. I need you. I ache for you. You’ve made me so achy,” she says, her voice strained and desperate.
I move up her body, cock in hand, frantically trying not come like a teenager before I even get inside of her.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask,
“Yes,” she cries out and I sink into her slowly. Her little cunt is hot and tight. I slide in a little bit further and feel her innocence. I wait, savoring her, but she surprises the hell out of me and shifts forward, impaling herself on my cock. “Yes!” she moans, and I still, in order to give her a second, but she’s impatient. “Move. Good God, move, Z.”
“Fuck,” I growl as I thrust my hips forward. Over and over and over, I thrust into her, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Z!” she screams as her pussy tightens around me.
I shout her name and fill her with my seed, breeding her my only caveman thought.
Slowly, I pull out of her and drop down on the bed beside her, crushing her daisies, but it can’t be helped. I can’t fucking breathe, and neither can she.
“Jesus. You’re fucking perfect, Courtnee.”
“Wow. Is it always like that?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“What?”
I reach over and cup her pussy, my index finger running through her wet folds. “This is the only pussy I’ll ever know.” I thrust my finger into her. She’s hot and swollen, but I push my come into her further. “Ever. And it will always be like this between us.”
“How do you know?” she asks, her breath hitching as she close to coming again.
“How can it not be? This explosive heat between us has to go somewhere.”
“Hmmm.”
“Come to New York with me.”
“And your life of crime?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. And schools always need good teachers.”
“How do you know I’m a good teacher?”
“I know everything about you, Courtnee Dalilah Beaufort.”
“You do?”
“I do. And you know what else I know?”
“What?” she asks, squealing as I pull her closer to me.
“You’re going to be an excellent wife.”
“I’m getting married?”
“You are.”
“To whom?”
“Don’t try my patience, baby. You’re going to be my wife.”
“I know, but what about love?”
“I already know that I love you, but I’ll wait for you to catch up.”
“Obsession isn’t love,” she says.
“Yes it is. All romantic love is an obsession. You become so obsessed with the other person you can’t imagine your life without them. Your home without them. Your children with anyone else. It’s fact. Everyone knows it but denies it. Not me. Not us. Obsession is love.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“You will. Wait until you meet my family.”
“Your family?”
“My parents died a while ago. I was raised, along with siblings, by my aunt and uncle. You’ll love them.”
“Okay, I’ll just see,” she says, yawning.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“But I want to do that again.”
“Oh, we will, baby. For the rest of our lives, a little nap isn’t gonna change that.”
She smiles at me and my black heart melts a little bit more.
Fuck. I never thought she’d go for it, for me, especially once she knew about my criminal life, but she did. Luck isn’t just for the Irish.
CHAPTER 4
COURTNEE
Holy Hell! I am snowed in this cabin. With him. The winter wonderland holds no power over me, not when he’s near me. We can’t even get the damn door open, but I don’t care. He’s amazing and I should probably be upset or something that he’s manipulated this situation, but I am not. Definitely not. I want him and I am quickly becoming obsessed with him and the orgasms he gives me.
I’m enjoying the hell out of this. He’s so attentive, it doesn’t track with his villainous vibe that he gives off. My phone pings on the nightstand. I look over at Z, sound asleep. He grunts and rolls over but doesn’t wake up. My sister chat blows up, pretty quickly.
A: You guys okay? I’m edited an entire book. It’s so peaceful here.
S: I’m good. Went skiing this morning, but back in my cabin watching TV.
A: Any news on the stalker front.
S: It’s not me.
It’s me. He’s amazing, but complicated.
“Come back to bed, baby,” he growls.
“When did you wake up?”
“The second you got out of bed.” I smile and climb back into bed.
S: What the hell, Court?”
I will totally explain later, but I’m busy…
A: No way. Virgin Court is no longer a virgin?
No.
S: Holy shit. Call the Pope.
I can’t talk to him right now…
A: OH GOD!!!
S: Is she just going to leave us hanging like this?
A: I think so.
S: I’m going to kick her ass.
A: No you won’t.
S: I won’t but I want details.
A: I wonder what it feels like…
S: I don’t know hence the details…
A: We shouldn’t have given her so much shit considering all we have done is kiss people.