Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Will you take off your clothes and spread your legs to show me what’s mine?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He whacks me a little harder, stealing my breath, and then the buckle makes a clang as the belt hits the floor. I open my eyes and push my cheek against the cool covers. He unzips and pushes his pants with his briefs over his hips. His cock juts out, hard and thick. He spits in his palm before rubbing himself.
“Do you want this, cara?”
“Yes,” I say again. I always wanted him. I hate that I do, but I can’t help myself. I can’t reprogram my body’s reaction.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, teasing my dark hole with the smooth head of his cock.
I slip a hand between my legs and rub my clit the way he usually does.
“That’s right,” he says, stroking his palm up my spine. “Open for me.”
His fingers are on top of mine, playing with me, manipulating my movements. I open my legs wider, giving him better access. He gathers my arousal and traces the line of my slit all the way to my back hole. I expect him to take me there, but he shoves his cock with a single thrust inside my pussy. The pressure on my dark hole doesn’t vanish. It turns more intense, the fullness increasing as the muscles stretch and finally give with a pop.
I look at him, battling to focus. He’s fucking my pussy while stretching my ass with a finger. Two fingers. The sensations are incredible. Overwhelming. I’m burning up inside. Flames crawl over my skin.
He pumps with a leisurely pace, taking his time to prepare me. The pleasure builds already, and just when I think it’s going to be too late, that I’m going to come, he pulls out and replaces his fingers with his cock.
“Go on,” he bites out, sinking inch by inch into my dark hole. “Play with your clit.”
The words barely register. I don’t know how I even understand, how I manage to touch myself as he increases his pace. It doesn’t hurt less. It hurts differently. Darker. More desperately.
“Please,” I say, the breath leaving my lungs with every slap of his groin against my ass.
“Say it, Sabella.”
I can’t. Even if it means he won’t let me come. Never.
I’m close. He pushes my hand away, massaging my clit as he pumps harder. Sweet release coils through my lower body. My inner muscles clench so hard they suck him deeper, breaking his rhythm. He utters a curse and lets loose. I come with a cry as he grunts out his climax and spills his release inside me.
It’s different.
I’m not sure what changed or why. All I know is that I’m boneless. Spent.
He pulls out and spreads my ass cheeks, always liking to watch. I turn my face to look at him, smiling internally at his animalistic behavior. He’s such a pervert. Such a beast. And I let him watch, giving him a show, because I love it.
He adjusts his clothes and bends over me, covering my back with his chest. He’s still wearing his jacket. He hasn’t even taken it off. Gathering me in his arms, he carries me to the shower. He lets the water run warm while he undresses. Like the first time, he washes me, and I soak it up because I need this care.
When we’re clean, he wraps me up in a towel and drapes one around his waist. He handles me as if I’m made of glass, kissing my lips and my collarbone as he towels me dry before putting me to bed. I’m already dozing off when he slips under the covers next to me. The last thing I register before a deep, dreamless sleep claims me is how safe I feel in his arms.
Chapter
Twenty
Angelo
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Sunlight already streams through a gap between the curtains when I wake up. I squint. Doesn’t housekeeping close the fucking curtains when they turn down the bed at night? Then I remember Sabella drawing them open to look down at the street.
Sabella.
Her body is supple and warm in my arms, her back pressed against my chest. And I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this until she wakes up and then some more. I’m well aware that I’m breaking another promise I made myself. I keep on breaking rules and promises when I’m with her. I keep on disappointing myself, proving how weak my will is, because that’s what she does to me.
If I’d met her as a random person and not my destined wife, would I have felt the same about her? I can’t be certain. I only know possessiveness and obsession tormented me from the moment I laid my eyes on her. I’ve been true to her since my father announced she was my betrothed. I was only fourteen years old. I’ve never looked at another woman, even when Sabella was nothing but a concept in my mind and a promise to be fulfilled in the distant future.