Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
My fingers sank into the sticky chill of the banana split as I fisted a scoop of whipped cream-coated vanilla ice cream.
“I’m not telling you shit!” I yelled before launching my gooey handful straight at him.
The ice cream splattered against his naked chest, oozing melted cream over his flat abs.
A muscle ticked in his upper cheek.
As I turned to escape, his arm struck out and grabbed me by the hair. Spinning me around, he fisted my curls and lowered me to my knees before him. Gripping the whole banana from the dessert, his eyes glowed with unholy intent as he growled, “So you want to play with your food, little girl?”
CHAPTER 26
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“Open your mouth,” I commanded as the crystal dish wobbled and tipped over, splattering her breasts, hips, and the floor with melted ice cream and chocolate sauce as it dripped over the counter edge.
Turning her literally into a living dessert, made just for me.
A dessert that was going to kill me.
This woman was seriously going to be the death of me. From the secrets and lies, to the dangerous mess she’d gotten herself into, to driving me fucking crazy with her filthy mouth and gorgeous, curvy body.
Tomorrow I would deal with the forgeries, the break-in, and whoever was threatening her.
Tonight, I would deal with her defiance.
She pulled against my grip. “Fuck you.”
“That comes later.”
I yanked on her hair, wrenching her head back, forcing her lips open. I pushed the first quarter of the banana inside her mouth. “Suck it. I want to see you lick every drop of whipped cream off it.”
Her palms pushed against my thighs as I pushed the fruit in deeper.
After another moment’s stubborn hesitation, her pink tongue flicked around the sweet flesh.
“Good girl. That’s it, lick it for me.”
Her eyes were two sparks of green fire as she spun the tables on me.
Moaning, she wrapped her lips around the banana and drew it deeper into her mouth as she sucked the fluffy whipped cream off it.
“Goddammit.”
The woman made me fucking feral with her antics.
Tossing the banana aside, I ripped the zipper on my jeans, pulling my shaft out. Stepping closer so my feet straddled her hips, I tightened my grip on her hair. “Suck my cock.”
She bared her teeth.
I grinned. “Go ahead. Bite it and see what happens, baby girl.”
Her eyes lowered as the muscles in her throat contracted with her swallow.
I pressed my advantage and pushed the head of my cock past her lips.
She whimpered as her tongue circled around me.
I threw my head back. Fuck, yes.
My hips thrust forward.
Her shoulders bucked as her fingernails dug into the tops of my thighs, but I didn’t relent. I pushed my cock deeper into her warm, wet mouth.
Looking down, the sight of her eyes shimmering with tears as her lips stretched around the widest part of my shaft made my balls tighten. Soon, I would experience the intoxicating rush of releasing my seed onto her tongue and watching her swallow it, but not tonight.
Tonight, I needed to be inside of her.
It was an almost pathological need, a clawing drive to connect my body with hers.
Pulling my cock free, I lowered to my knees as I reached for the waistband of her jeans.
Thank God for stretch denim.
I yanked the jeans over her hips and off her body without even unbuttoning them. The thick silk of her panties easily tore as I pushed her knees open.
Leaning over her, I licked the sweet cream off her breasts, taking one nipple deep inside my mouth as I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance.
“No,” she breathed, pushing her sticky fingers against my bare shoulders. “You can’t keep fucking me without a condom. I’m not getting knocked up by you.”
It was twisted and wrong.
Brutally selfish and completely irresponsible.
And yet… in that moment… the idea of this stunning woman, who was so full of stubborn fire and passion, carrying my child, suddenly became the one overwhelming, driving force in my life.
I knew better than most how impossible it was to truly tame a wild horse, unless…
With a child between us, she would be mine. Forever.
Blood would bind us.
There would be no escaping me.
I swept my fingers through a glob of whipped cream that had settled in the hollow of her collarbone and pushed them into her mouth the moment I thrust.
She screamed and bit down.
The pain spurred me on. “That’s it, baby. Hurt me back.”
I knew I was large and her body was still new to accommodating me, but I sadistically didn’t care. I wanted her to feel the pain of my entry. I wanted it to cut through the anger and the fear and even the passion. I wanted her to know she was mine. That I owned her, body and soul. I wanted her to feel the burn of my possession and control.