Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Hugh said he disrespected me, too, but I couldn’t give fewer fucks what he thinks about me. Still, I guess it’s mildly satisfying to show him what a dorky fucking loser Sophie’s new man is, after all.
He was boiling mad after I fucked her in that short little skirt and he couldn’t do shit about it. Couldn’t even watch without risking fucking body parts.
I figured he would be. I had a hunch from the stuff Hugh had relayed to me and my own digging that this guy liked Sophie and was probably bitter he never caught her.
I’m not surprised, though. Sophie requires meticulous care, and he’s far too self-involved to be able to offer it to her.
She can be cornered and pushed around for a short time if you know the right buttons to push, but if you want to keep her, that’s not nearly as easy. She’s slippery, and it takes a lot of effort to find out what she needs to be happy. I don’t know if it’s how she was raised, the shit she’s been through, or just her natural inclination, but Sophie is very reluctant to express—or even admit—her desires. It’s like there was never room for her wants and needs to be a priority, so she got into the habit of pretending she didn’t have any so as to not inconvenience anybody else.
I’d like to break her of it eventually, but in the meantime, I’m happy to stalk her little ass and figure out what she needs that way.
Dylan couldn’t cut it with Sophie. Most guys probably couldn’t, but it’s their loss because she’s worth every bit of the effort.
Right now, her needs are very well met, so she’s curled up beside me on the couch with her arms around my waist and her head resting on my shoulder, watching Snow White. She mutters about the Huntsman, and I laugh at her disgruntled tone.
“Too fresh?” I tease.
“I almost had to run for my life into the woods. You’re lucky I didn’t dress warmer. I might have.”
“You better not.” I pull her closer. “We’ve got a lot of land out here. You could get lost or eaten by an animal.”
“It wasn’t nature’s furry predators I was worried about,” she murmurs. “I thought your friend would chase me if I ran, so I didn’t.”
“Nah. If someone’s gonna chase your pretty little ass through the woods, it’s gonna be me.”
“Sounds kinda sexy when you put it that way.”
“Mm-hmm.” I lean in and kiss her neck, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath my lips. “You should see how sexy it would be when I caught you.”
Her heart rate kicks up a little.
She likes to be a little afraid, so I bet she likes that idea.
We’ll have to play that game sometime, too.
Satisfaction washes over me, and I wrap my arms around her middle to give her a hug. “I love you, Sophie.”
I don’t expect her to say anything back. She never does, and that’s fine. I know the score.
So it’s like someone scoops out my soul when she threads her fingers through my hair and says, “I love you, too.”
I tip my head and look up at her. “Oh yeah?”
She smiles. “Mm-hmm.”
“This is a new development.”
“Near-death experiences have a way of bringing things into quick perspective.”
I smirk. “You sure it’s not because I’ve made your Beauty and the Beast fantasies come true?”
Her brow furrows with confusion, and she cocks her head.
I release her waist with one hand to make a sweeping gesture toward our cursed ottoman. “I suppose I could have put a tablecloth over him to make it a little clearer. I’ll make him sing for you if you want. You know ‘Be Our Guest’, piggy? Sophie’s a big Beauty and the Beast fan.”
Her gaze flickers to Dylan, the ottoman, and she covers her face with her hands, but I think it’s to hide her smile. “You are being rather beastly.”
“Wait until I fuck you in the main house library later.” I bring my hand back in and slide it up under her tiny T-shirt so I can squeeze her tits.
“This is the most twisted Disney date ever.”
She doesn’t add that she loves it, but I’m pretty sure she does.
I don’t need her to admit it.
I push her shirt up so I can kiss her pretty tits for a little while, enjoying the sounds of her sighs and the feeling of her fingers in my hair. We make out on the couch while the rest of the movie plays, but then I get carried away and have to eat her pussy. I just want to make her come, but the inevitable result of her sexy little mewls is that I start wanting to fuck her again, and that’s not the plan.
I guess it’s time to deal with Dylan so we can get on with our evening. I’m just hoping I don’t scare her off.