Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I wanted to talk to Brooke; I wanted to text her and go to her place. I missed her terribly. All I wanted to do was hold her. Then, as if on cue, she walked into my office… all fucked up, too. It was one thing after another. I knew she had been with clients and that’s why I wasn’t seeing her. But I hated it. It pissed me off just thinking about it.
She looked fucking gorgeous with her hair flowing loosely around her face. Her eyes looked alive and vibrant, as if they were animated and thriving in my direction. She was wearing heels and a black coat. I don’t know what came over me, but I wanted to punish her.
I wanted to hurt her, and that terrified me more than anything.
She was inches away from me, and I could smell her arousal; she was turned on. I roughly grabbed her by her waist and placed her on my desk, never getting up from my office chair. I leaned back and took a second to look at her. To really appreciate the beauty that is Brooke. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were more dilated, if that was even possible.
She was a fucking vision. I was addicted to her; our time together was never enough, and even when we were together… I wanted more.
I rubbed my first two fingers on my lips, contemplating what to do next. I knew what I wanted to do, and as much as I tried to talk myself out of it…
I couldn’t.
The urge was too powerful.
Too consuming.
I leaned forward and untied her jacket; it easily fell open. She sat there in nothing, but heels and an opened coat. My dick was so hard; it was on the verge of pain.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
It was tempting bad…
“I forgot to put on clothes,” she joked to herself.
There was nothing funny about the situation. Not even a little bit. I looked up at her and she stared down at me. She had this tantalizing stare, that she must have shared with other men. It made my blood boil; my mood became dark, it heighten and strengthen.
She wasn’t mine. Never was. Bambi was gone.
All that was left…
Sitting before me.
Was…
VIP.
“Did you fuck him?” I snickered.
Her eyebrows lowered in shock. “Excuse me?”
“Did. You. Fuck. Him? It’s a simple question… did he touch your pussy? Or did you suck his dick? What was on the itinerary for tonight?”
Her eyes widened, hurt, the image would be embedded in my mind, but I didn’t care. “How many men have you fucked these last three weeks? Do you even remember?” I sneered.
She moved to step down and I immediately spread her legs open and placed myself in between, holding onto her waist and locking her into place.
“What the fuck?” she yelled.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
“I don’t remember asking for permission,” she violently spewed.
“Answer the question. Did you fuck him tonight?”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips.
I cocked my head to the side. “No?”
She shook hers. “He was too fucked up, he took too much and couldn’t get hard.”
I nodded. “I see… is that why you came here? Huh? Get your happy ending? Is that all I am to you? Your fuck buddy, friend?”
She licked her lips. “Well… seeing as we have yet to fuck, no, Devon, I don’t know why I’m here.”
“Bullshit. Yes you do, you just won’t say it. Why is that? Is it because I have to make you? Is that what you want?” I asked, massaging up and down her thighs. Her eyes gave leeway, and they rolled a bit to the back of her head, but she caught herself.
“What are you on? Hmmm…”
“Ecstasy,” she breathed out.
“So that does feel good, huh?” I taunted, kneading harder and more demanding.
“Yes…”
“Have you been a good girl, today?”
Her mouth parted.
“I could smell you as soon as you walked into the room; you’re addicting. You really are like a drug, aren’t you, Bambi? Is the smell for me? Or for him?” I scorned.
She licked her lips and I leaned in further, rubbing my cheek against her thigh; never taking my eyes off hers. She watched me with caution and hunger, waiting for my next move.
I lifted myself off my chair and leaned in close to her lips. I could lick them if I wanted to. “How many men have you been with in the last twelve years?” I whispered, smelling her peppermint breath and my whiskey scent.” Do you even remember? Or have you lost count because it has been that many?”
She crudely pushed me, but I barely faltered. It pissed her off and she pulled her hand back ready to slap me, but I caught her wrist, midair. And wrapped my other hand around her neck.
Her eyes widened and her chest heaved. We stood there for a few minutes, trying to guess what the other was going to do. I was going to win this power struggle; she needed to understand that when she was with me.