Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“You shower,” I whisper, the words shaking over my lips. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
I twist away and out of the bathroom into the darkened master suite, closing the door as I sink, trembling, down to my knees.
The sound of water rushing behind the door starts and I try to ground myself. He’s taking a moment as well. Thinking more clearly.
But before I pull myself back together, the water stops and the door slams open, bright light. I tuck my head down, peeking over my shoulder.
He’s shirtless, and his fatigues are undone, but not off him yet. His face is set hard, brow furrowed in taut rows.
I look up, on my knees before him. Through his fatigues the thick outline of his cock is impossible to miss. I avert my gaze. “I…I was…”
He cups my chin in his hand and guides me to my feet. We’re close now, close enough that the head of his cock presses against me as I rise. The willpower I summon in order not to yank his pants down and to drop to my knees again is enormous.
His eyes are still firm, hard-set. He is every inch a warrior. Every inch pure power. He takes my hand in his now, softly enough but still firm and determined, and then leads me to the bed.
“Trent, we… I can’t…the shower…” I stammer, trying to pull back.
His answer is a tighter grip as he yanks me forward. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. The harshness should anger me but instead, it calms me.
“Trent.”
He tugs me toward the bed again, spinning me around, so the mattress presses into my knees. He pinches my cheek in his muscular hand, dark fire flickering in his eyes. “I told you about the notebook. I fucking told you not to look. But you didn’t listen.”
I swallow the knot in my throat. The heel of his hand presses against my throbbing pulse under my jaw. “I know,” I manage to whisper.
“You never listen, Kitty Kat. Not even when you were little. So stubborn. It’s time you fucking learned...good girls listen.”
Good girl turns me into a puddle of warm goo as wetness streams from my center.
His deep commanding voice sends a shiver to my core. There’s something different about him. Something I’ve never sensed before now.
I nip my lip before setting the words free. “I want to learn. But I need you to teach me.”
“I’m going to give you what you need. So that next time you do what you’re told.”
Next time. I’m too shocked, too aroused to form words right now. I nod into his pinched fingers, feeling the strength of his grip pushing the insides of my cheeks against my teeth.
The buzzing between us is alive and something inside me shifts. Somehow I know he is testing me.
“Then give me what you think I need,” I say, each word its own little challenge.
His eyes soften, his brow loosens, but that air of pure cockiness remains. His strong hands move down my body, guiding me to the side. He takes a seat on the bed. Even seated, he’s almost as tall as me. Sparks ignite over my skin, turning into rivers of temptation wherever he touches.
His deep blue eyes lock onto mine. A part of me says run. But another part of me says to push him down and ride him like the mechanical bull at the country bar across from where I work.
“We’re family…” It’s a fact and a problem.
“You’re fucking right about that. So get over my knee, little girl. Daddy’s got something for you.”
He guides my body down and every muscle tightens as I realize what he is planning barely processing that he just referred to himself as Daddy.
“Oh come on,” I stutter, a little angry now. “It was just a kiss, Trent. Just a kiss. We can forget it ever happened.”
“That’s not going to work and you know it. So be a good fucking girl and bend over.”
My whole body is washed with warm desire. My whole mind is spinning with need.
I’m shaking as he pulls me down, laying me over the hardness of his thigh muscle. There’s a low buzzing in my ears as the weight of a firm, lethal hand holds the back of my neck, pushing my cheek into the bedding. The tightness of his grip spins me into a panic and it fuels my urge to run.
But the other part of me, that other urge, it’s stronger. The need to stay overpowers the need to flee.
“You’re a naughty little girl, Kitty Kat. And naughty girls will be corrected.”
Trent raises the hem of my dress and fire erupts over my skin once more. There’s the dance of fabric tracing up the backs of my thighs then over my panties as I hear him growl, as his cock firms beneath my belly and I squeeze those inner muscles, urging the pleasure forward.