Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
"I can handle it, Derrick." She sighs and rolls her eyes. "But fine, whatever. I'll wait."
"That's a good girl," I murmur and give her a quick kiss.
"Oh no, you don't," she laughs. "Wait until tonight, Romeo."
"Fine, fine. Let's go, angel."
When I take her hand in mine, she doesn't pull away, and as we enter the building where the job fair is set up, her fingers squeeze mine. There are dozens of people milling around, and I'm already on edge when Alina pulls away to shuffle through her bag, pulling out a stack of resumes and copies of her lengthy portfolio. The possessive part of me wants to walk with her the entire time, but I'm worried about being recognized. "I'll go to the cafe upstairs. Meet me there when you're done. Go do what you came here to do, Alina, so I can get you home."
She leans up and kisses my cheek. "Yes, Daddy."
And with a sway of her hips and a toss of her hair, she's gone.
The cafe is quiet, and I take a seat near the back, where I have a clear view of what's going on downstairs. I'm not even going to pretend that I'm not watching her. The idea of letting her talk to any man, much less one of these young assholes who think they're worthy of her, makes me want to grit my teeth.
I'm not going to stop her, but if I see one of them even think about touching her, I won't be held responsible for my actions.
I order a water and lean back in my chair, my eyes on her. It's almost amusing, watching her try to work a table, but she's doing well. There are a lot of booths set up, and she moves from one to the other, picking up brochures and talking to people. She's dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse, and her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail.
Her clothing is appropriate, but it's a little too damn sexy for my tastes. The pencil skirt hugs her round ass, and the blouse is cut just low enough that her cleavage peeks out. My eyes narrow as I watch the men at the booth across from her try not to stare.
Fuck that.
I want to mark her, leave some teeth marks on her neck, make it clear to everyone else that Alina is mine, but we're not to that point, not yet. As far as Alina is concerned, we're casual, and she still has a life and career and everything outside of me to contend with. Little does she know I have no intention of giving her up, not ever.
I think about the black velvet box in the back of my nightstand drawer and what lies within it. With that thought fresh on my mind, and a few of the young pricks working the booths looking at my woman too long, I pick up my phone and make a call. I still have some connections in the tech industry, and what better time to use them than now?
"Hey, Bruce. Yeah, it's Derrick. If I send you over the portfolio for an illustrator, will you take a look at it for me?"
Alina wasn't thrilled when, after my phone call, I all but dragged her out of that fucking joke of a job fair and took her back to my place. Our place, really. She just hasn't accepted the truth yet.
We nearly argued as soon as the front door closed behind me, but like it always does, the heat of anger quickly changed to lust. In the bedroom, it's hard to argue when her lips are on mine, my hands tearing at her clothes like she's the oxygen I need to breathe.
And the way she reacts to me, the way she melts at every touch and falls apart every time I fill her with my cock, has my head spinning. Alina is addictive, and I know that as soon as I have her completely—when she's my wife—I'll never be able to resist her again.
"Derrick!"
"Take it, angel. Take all of my cock."
"Yes, Daddy," Alina moans, her hands clutching at my chest. But then, she winces, and I stop in my tracks.
"What's wrong?"
Her soft laugh reassures me. "Just a little sore from last night is all. You got a little carried away."
She's right, and I should feel a little guilty, but instead, all I feel is possessiveness and pride.
"You're right. I was, wasn't I?" An idea strikes me—a hot, filthy one—and I can't resist when my hand slides between us and grazes the puckered entrance between her perfect asscheeks. "Maybe I should fuck you somewhere new then. Give your sweet little pussy a break. What do you think?"
Alina's eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. "You mean…?"
"Don't worry," I grin. "I'm not going to fuck your little ass just yet. Not until you’re comfortable. Roll over for me."