Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“And if I say no?” I breathe out.
“You won’t,” he growls, both of us knowing he’s entirely correct. My whole body aches for him - my nipples spiking to little points under my dress and my thighs quickly becoming slick and wet as my need for him soaks right through my panties.
And I know he can tell.
I tremble as his lips brush my cheek, his hands moving to my thighs.
“I could scream,” I barely whisper out, my whole body aching for more of his touch.
“Oh, baby girl,” he murmurs, a small chuckle rumbling from his lips and into my skin.
“I can promise you that you will.”
I barely have time to moan before his lips crash into mine. The room spins and the whole world goes topsy-turvy as his tongue and his lips captivate mine, drawing the breath from my lungs and making me melt into him.
His hands push my dress higher as they drag over my thighs, higher still until I can feel the thick bulge of him pressing right against my soaked panties. He groans, his hips pushing against me as one hand slides down my inner thigh and moves up. I gasp as his finger drags over the edge of my panties, making my skin tingle and ache for more. He drags his thick finger over the front of my panties, and I cry out, my hands clutching at him as he rubs me there.
“See how wet you are for me, baby girl?” he purrs, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “See how much this little pussy wants to come out and play?”
I whimper, holding him tightly as his drags his finger up and down my slit. Slowly, he pulls away, leaving me panting and yearning for more. His eyes flash as he moves back, slowly sitting in his big leather office chair and steepling his hands in front of him. His eyes drag over my body, that gaze like a hot, teasing lover’s touch, until they reach my eyes.
“Spread your legs, angel,” he growls. I shiver, feeling his eyes sear into me, sending a heated thrill through me.
“Spread your pretty legs and show me what I want to see.”
And slowly, I do what he says. I want to say I do it because I know I’m powerless to resist him. But the truth is, that rough, edged darkness in his voice and the captivating, possessive way he speaks and looks at me stirs something wicked and aching inside.
The truth is, I do it because I don’t want to resist him.
My pulse thunders in my ears as I meet his eyes. My nipples spike to little points under my dress, and when his eyes move down to hungrily drag over my breasts, I like the way it makes me feel. That gaze makes me feel like he wants to tear my clothes off and ram his cock into me until I can’t walk straight, but also like he wants to wrap me in his arms and protect me from the entire world.
And slowly, I spread my legs.
Damien groans as I part them, the little black dress riding higher and higher until it tugs around my waist. I’m wearing a dark green thong, and I watch his eyes flare up with something fierce as they center between my legs. He groans, his jaw tightening.
“Such a naughty girl,” he purrs. “Look at how wet your little pussy is for me. Look at how soaked you’ve made your panties.”
I whimper, his filthy words making my head spin. His hand drops to the immense bulge tenting the front of his pants, and I can feel my pulse spike as my eyes land on it.
“Show me,” he growls. “Pull those panties to the side and show me that pretty little pussy.”
And I do, without hesitation. I whimper, my hand sliding down over the front of my dress and over my exposed thighs. My finger slips under the sticky edge of the panties, clinging wetly to every detail of my lips, and slowly, I pull them to the side.
Damien groans.
“So fucking perfect, angel,” he growls, his eyes flashing fire. He moves his chair closer, and when his eyes drag up to mine, his hand follows. His finger slides into my long gingery hair, tangling in it and tugging me down. I moan, letting him pull me to his mouth and kiss me deeply.
“Play with your pussy, baby girl,” he growls into my lips, swallowing my moans as his other hand pushes my knees wide apart on his desk. “Play with your naughty little pussy for Daddy.”
4
Lyra
Daddy.
The word hits me like a bolt of heated lightning right to my core, sending a throb of raw need between my legs. It feels filthy, and so unbelievably dirty, but at the same time, there’s no denying how damn sexy it sounds coming from his lips. Filthy and dirty, yes, but the word also fills me with something else — something I’m not sure I’ve really ever felt, what with an emotionally absent mother and the cold indifference of my stepfather.