Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“This is it, hellcat. You ready?”
Wonder spread across her face. Eyes wide, her breathing rapid, she nodded. “I feel like I’ve been ready for this my entire life, Aiden. I’ve been ready for you.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. Nodding once, I held her gaze as I slid inside her. There was no look of discomfort on her face, only that beautiful look of amazement. She reminded me of a child in that moment. I suppose she was in many respects. She’d been working for the better part of her life to be an adult. One capable of taking care of her sister when neither of them had anyone else. In doing that, she’d missed out on the joys of becoming an adult. All she knew was the labor. It was up to me to show her the fun of it.
With great care, I withdrew before moving forward again. In and out. In. Out. The longer I moved, the wider her eyes got. That overwhelming pleasure she’d been feeling before was returning to her. Doing everything in my power to coax her back to the brink, I kissed Iris as I moved inside her. Every stroke seemed to pull her deeper under my spell. Right where I wanted her.
It wasn’t long before she was panting and sweating. Just like she had been before. She clawed at my back, digging her nails into my skin like little kitten claws. Her heels dug into my ass, pulling me to her more and more aggressively until I had little choice but to bend to her wishes.
“Aiden!” She gasped my name, her body tensing and moving erratically. She thrashed her head from side to side before finally arching her back and screaming at the top of her lungs. Her pussy spasmed around me. Until that moment I’d been concentrating on her so much I hadn’t realized how close I was to coming. Her cunt milking me was all I could take. I let go, gritting my teeth and grunting as I shuddered above her. Just like I intended to, I pumped her full of my cum. We hadn’t talked about it, but I didn’t regret it even a little bit.
Iris… was mine.
Chapter Seven
Sting
I left Iris sound asleep in my bed. The sight filled me with more satisfaction than I could ever remember. I’d cleaned us both up before crawling back into bed with her and pulling her tightly against me. She asked if I’d come in her but had only nodded when I told her I had, and that I intended to come in her every fucking time I made love to her. She’d tried to hide her grin, but I’d seen it. She might have some reservations, but I was pretty sure they were mostly instinct. Rather, the way she thought she should feel about our relationship and the sex we’d shared. After that, she’d kind of passed out. One second she was smiling up at me, the next she slept like the dead.
I wanted to be back there with her now so I could wake her up in another couple of hours to do it again. Also, I was acutely aware I still owed her a spanking. Just the thought of that got me hard as a motherfucker. Now wasn’t the time for those thoughts. In a chair in the middle of the room, four men sat tied soundly. They were beaten and bloodied, but not bad off. Yet.
“Ah, Sting. So glad you could join us.” El Diablo gave me a cocky, knowing grin. Hell, the whole of the compound had probably heard us. It wasn’t exactly like we were quiet. I didn’t want her to be quiet, because if I could make her scream, I knew I was doing my job. Lord knew with her being eleven years younger than me I had to keep her satisfied. At least, that’s how I looked at it. That meant keeping her uninhibited during sex.
“I’d say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, but I won’t lie. I’d much rather be up there with my woman.”
“You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be. Your vice president can handle your end.” That was a genuine suggestion with no malice intended.
“Much as I want to, no. I need to be here for this. At least for a while.”
Then the old El Diablo was back, smug as ever. “Have you at least, how do they say it? Locked her down?” Smug bastard knew exactly “how they said it.” He was being a bastard.
If he thought he was going to get a rise out of me, he’d be wrong. “Damned straight I locked her down. That woman’s mine. Wrath and Shotgun are working on the proper paperwork. By the time we’re ready to leave, she’ll be my wife, and those girls will be our daughters.”