Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Did you hate tonight?” I ask in a gruff voice.
“More or less,” she says, gasping as I pull the elastic of her underwear aside.
I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “Me too.”
She doesn’t say something useless like she doesn’t want me to go to Europe or risk my life. She remains perfectly quiet as I trace her slit and part her folds with the tip of my finger to expose her clit.
“Put your hands on the wall,” I say, rubbing the button that finally makes her give me sounds.
She moans as she places her palms on the wall next to her face. I tease her with slow, circular movements until she turns slick. Not able to wait longer, I slide a finger inside. She’s ready—wet and hot. I want her just like this, still wearing the sexy velvet dress and her underwear, like every man saw and desired but couldn’t have her tonight. I’m the only man who gets to take.
She protests with a whimper when I pull out my finger.
I kiss her neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she says, already breathless.
In record time, I undo my belt and pull down my zipper. My cock is in my hand before her pussy has adjusted from the stretch of my finger. I’m inside her as her gasp tears through the room. I pivot my hips. Mine. She exhales when I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. Mine. I emphasize the truth with every thrust, making her go on tiptoes to try and escape my roughness. I don’t back down, because she likes this kind of rough. Her inner muscles clench around me, milking me too hard, and the sexy sounds coming from her mouth makes me grow even thicker inside her.
I’m reluctant to pull out now when we’re both so close, but I need to get a condom. I fit one hurriedly, sloppily almost, and when I grip her hips and find her entrance, the upward shove of my hips is twice as hard. She’s shamelessly rubbing her body against the wall, getting herself off as I fuck her as hard with my eyes as with my cock.
Within three thrusts, I come. The pleasure hits me so hard it almost hurts. Utterly gratifying. I haven’t taken care of her pleasure yet, but I couldn’t hold back, not with the images of her wearing that gun so close to her pussy. Not while being tormented with raging jealousy all night. Slipping a hand between the wall and her body, I rub her clit while my cock already grows hard inside her again. She has that effect on me. She will make me come again in seconds, even if I have to come dry.
Her orgasm takes longer to come. I’m rubbing too hard, over-stimulating her, but I want her to come as roughly as I have. When her climax finally hits, she clenches around my cock with violent spasms. All the muscles in her body lock as she scrapes her nails over the wall. Her breathing is harsh, telling me I’ve achieved my aim.
Pressing my nose against her temple, I inhale her intoxicating smell. She’s orange blossoms and all my fantasies come true.
I want to give her a love declaration, but instead, my words ring ominous. “You don’t get to leave me. Ever.”
Chapter 17
Cas
I wake up sore between my legs and everywhere else. We were rough last night, but I understand why Ian needed it. Dragging me along to Oliver’s party had left him on edge, and the uncertainty of our situation made him insecure. He needed to assert his possession and mark me in the most primal way a man can mark a woman, proving to both of us to who I belong.
The thought warms my chest and sends butterflies to my stomach. I can never approve of what he does for a living, but I can never fall out of love with him either. He is who he is, and I’ve accepted that as I’ve accepted the love blossoming in my heart. The gang doesn’t rob banks or stores. They don’t steal people’s hard-earned money or savings. They target corrupted individuals, government organizations, fancy museums, and institutions who lure people into gambling away their money.
However, I’m not going to use that to justify his behavior. He’s a criminal, and he’ll always be, but when I decided to give him my heart, I decided to accept the uglier parts of the truths of his life. His life is mine, and my life is his. We’re inseparable, two necklaces carved to be sold together, forever intertwined. When he first took me, he made me an accomplice without giving me a choice, but now I willingly take on that burden by deciding to stay. I’m not going to turn a blind eye to what he does. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I carry full responsibility for loving a criminal.