Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Rubbing her lips together, she nips at her lower one. “Does anyone call you Bastian?”
“No.”
She breaks eye contact, smiling at the carpet before refocusing on me.
“Tonight didn’t go the way I thought it would.” She pushes off, trailing her fingers along the dresser as she steps left toward the bed.
I trail around the right. Swiping the towel down my chest, and her eyes follow the contact. “Nah, I bet not.”
“You’d win your hand.” Her gaze snaps up to mine. “It was dangerous what you did,” she says. “Walking in like that.”
I nod, curving the bed as she stops at the edge of it. I step up in front of her, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “You gonna get in trouble, Rich Girl?”
Her lips twitch and she reaches up, her touch featherlight against the script above my collarbone. “You’re kind of a badass, aren’t you?”
“Kind of?” I trace her mouth with the pad of my thumb and she closes her eyes, leaning into my palm. I step closer, my left knee wedging between hers and she rests against it.
“Okay, fine,” she rasps. “You’re a total badass. A dumb, reckless, unreasonably beautiful badass.”
“You want to punish me, ma?” I lean in so we’re breathing the same air, the towel falling from my fingertips, so I can drive them into her hair on the opposite side. “’Cause I’ll let you if you do, but fair warning …” I nip at her lower lip, “I might like it coming from you.”
“You would,” she nearly whimpers, palms burning across my chest as she explores, floating across scars you can’t see but can feel. She doesn’t so much as pause but continues to the next part of me she’s eager to touch. “You might even beg for it.”
“I would.” I press my nose to hers, my tongue slipping out, needing to taste the seam of her lips again. “But how ’bout you, hmm? My little racketeering, money-laundering, bad bitch.”
She opens up, chasing my mouth, but I evade her, dropping my lips onto her neck and sucking hard at the skin beneath her ear.
Her nails dig into my pecs, and I growl against her.
“I owe you a reward, don’t I?” My left hand drops to her thigh, inching up and up, until the curve of her bare ass is in my hold. “So tell me, my little kingpin in training, what is it that you want? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Rather than speak, Rocklin pulls back a little, eyes on mine as she lifts her hands over her head, and I don’t wait, I gather the sparkly red number in my palms and pull it off her.
Her hair falls in long, soft waves, and I want to wrap it around my fist. I want to tug on it until it stings her scalp, but only a little, only enough to make her gasp and wiggle. But I don’t because this is her show. She’s in charge.
As I wait for her next instruction, though, I’m reminded of what everyone saw tonight when I look down at what’s before me—a perfect fucking body wrapped in ribbon and lace.
A corset that pushes her tits up high, begging you to touch and taste and claim.
Making you wish you could do just that, and it only gets worse when you follow the slimming thing down to the clasp of her upper thigh, little red jewels hooking into thigh-high stockings that round her thigh like shorts without a waistband, cheeky chonies, the only thing hiding her pussy from all who wished to see.
Make no mistake, they all wished to see. I know this because while she was watching me, I was watching them, and while I was part of their intrigue, she held most of it. The queen fucking bee who shone brighter than any other in that room—a beacon in a room of night-lights.
My eyes flash to hers as I fold my fingers in the strings at her back.
She stares knowingly. “Does it help if I say I wore it for you, that I was waiting for you to come to me tonight?”
“No.”
“How about if I said I didn’t plan on going in that room until you walked into it?”
My jaw clenches and she reaches into my open jeans, cupping me over my boxers, a small smile curving her lips as she massages me, my length growing more by the second. “I’m here to be rewarded, remember?”
I’m about to tell her I remember well, but this cancels that out. Now she’s about to be punished, but something has me pausing, and the reason reveals itself quicker than expected.
Rocklin steps out of her shoes, gently pushing them to the side, purposefully making herself lower than me so she’s looked down upon.
Something I would never have expected from my rulemaking queen comes next.