Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Maybe if I were a normal woman. One who hadn’t been broken at an early age. One who had never killed someone. If I hadn’t lived in the darkness, this would be my cue to run like hell.
While his fingers slid into my hair, I knew I was messed up enough for this. For him.
“There has to be some rules,” I said as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“I don’t like rules,” he murmured, trailing his lips over my jawline.
I had to stay focused. He was trying to distract me. If I was going to give in and do this, I had to protect myself the best I could.
“I have money. I pay for my own needs. Dovie’s needs.”
“No,” he replied, then nipped at my bottom lip.
“Yes. If this is different, then I need that line drawn. I don’t want your money.”
He paused from where he was now nuzzling my neck. “I take care of mine.”
I closed my eyes as his warm breath tickled my ear. Focus, Briar. Stay on course. I was starting to pant. “But I need to do it this way.”
Storm’s hands covered mine, and then he stood up, pulling me with him. “Are you mine?” he asked, staring down at me as he held me against his chest.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Exactly.”
I opened my mouth to argue when his hands grabbed my waist and he sat me on the table, shoving back the things that were in my way.
“Don’t give me rules. I’m a rule breaker,” he said, jerking my legs open. “Time for the breakfast I really want.”
It was very difficult to argue with a man who had his head between your legs.
My heels dug into his back as his hands gripped my inner thighs, hard, while his tongue made long strokes between my folds. God, that was good. Falling back on my elbows, I watched him. His eyes lifted to meet mine, and he winked. He played unfair. He knew he was gorgeous, and I was weak. Adding his magical mouth to the mix made it hard for me to remember why I needed rules.
His tongue circled my clit as he slid his middle finger inside me while watching me pant.
“Oh,” I moaned, rocking against his finger.
“That’s my sweet pussy,” he praised as he watched his finger move in and out of me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Hmm? What do you need, little siren? My cock? Is that it?”
I nodded as another cry fell from my lips.
He bent down and took several more licks before pressing a kiss inside my thigh. When his hands went to his pajama pants and untied them, I wanted to weep in relief. As much as I loved having his mouth there, I wanted him inside me more.
His pants dropped to the ground, and he kicked them aside, then stepped between my open legs. I arched toward him impatiently, which only caused a deep chuckle from him. He ran his hands up my sides, underneath his shirt I was wearing.
“Yes,” I sighed as he covered my breasts with his rough, callous palms, then squeezed.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
I licked my lips as his eyes met mine. “Fuck me,” I panted.
His eyes flared as they darkened. “That’s my good girl.”
Moving his hands to my hips, he gripped them tightly, then thrust into me.
“AH!” I cried out as he stretched me.
“Fuck, I love how your cunt squeezes my dick,” he ground out through his teeth. “Perfect.”
I pressed against him, wanting him so deep inside me that I felt owned. I craved it with Storm. I’d never thought that sex could be like this. But every time he was inside me, it was like a claiming was taking place, and it should scare me off, but I clung to it. Needed it.
Shit! He didn’t have a condom on again.
“Condom,” I gasped.
“That ship has sailed.”
I used one hand to push at his chest, but it was a lame attempt. “This is dangerous. I need my birth control.”
He rocked his hips into me as his gaze lifted from where our bodies were joined to meet my eyes. “You being pregnant with my baby isn’t something that scares me. As much as I don’t want to share you, it would be insurance that you never left me.” His voice was raspy and deep.
I shivered, looking at him. He was serious. I should stop this. That was slightly more insane than even I could overlook. His thumb pressed on my clit and began circling it while he thrust into me harder. The jolts of pleasure rocketing through my body made my thoughts fuzzy. I wanted this, him inside me. Couldn’t I be happy for just a little bit?
“Pull the shirt up. I want to see your tits bounce,” he said as he pounded into me. The veins on his neck and arms stood out as his entire body flexed.