Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Hey.” When she tilts her head, all sassy and adorable, energy floods me. “It’s not over yet.”
Despite everything, my cock teases at the tip, my seed surging up my shaft and making me expand. I’m so hungry for her. Recent events have only added to that effect, to that obsession. She’s the only woman who matters. Now, I know she wants the same as me.
“I undersold it before,” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. “When I told your dad I was interested when I saw you… It’s so much more than that. I was instantly obsessed, Ami. I knew you were mine. I knew you belonged to me the bloody second you opened your mouth.”
I can hear the awe in my voice because that’s exactly how it felt. There was so much disbelief as the feelings washed over me, the instant sense of belonging, of knowing I was—I am—finally in the right place.
“Really?” she whispers.
I kiss her lips, tasting her nerves before she relaxes into her confidence and kisses me harder. Her eager young body shivers against mine, just like she did in the London Eye, but nothing stops me this time.
“I’d do anything for you,” I snarl. “So you need to tell me now. I know you’re telling the truth, bu—”
“I’m not tricking you,” she says passionately. “What your dad did was cruel. Your uncle wanted the best for you, but it was still horrible to inflict on a child.”
I grit my teeth, shaking my head. “It has nothing to—”
But my woman can read me just as easily as I can read her. She takes my face in her hands and stares at me sternly, almost maternally, giving me more proof that she will be the best mother.
“It does, Tommy, and that’s fine. That’s okay. It doesn’t make you less of a man to talk about things like that, but I swear, I am not a gold digger. If you were poor, I’d want you.”
“How can you know?”
She shoves me in the chest. “How can you know?”
“The first…”
“Time I saw you, I felt the same, Tommy. In the rain, I had no clue who you were. I didn’t know you were a billionaire. I just saw my man. This is why I have no experience. I always wondered why I wasn’t interested, and now I know. I was waiting for you.”
I kiss her again, guiding my hands to her hips this time. My enthusiastic woman—I can’t believe she ever thought that would be a bad thing—moves her hands over my back, clawing through my shirt.
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispers between kisses.
“You are,” I growl, “but just to be sure, I’ll perform a test.”
She smiles. “A t-test?”
As I talk, I trail my hand up her thigh to the warm spot between her legs, the heat beckoning me as I stroke higher and higher. Her body is talking to me, demanding my seed, a child, a primal roar for a future.
“I’m going to feast on your horny cunt,” I snarl savagely, “and if you get good and wet for me, like the obedient virgin you are, then I know you’re ready. All right?”
She leans back in my arms, seeming shocked at my bluntness. Then this daring glint comes into her eyes like she’s still nervous but will rise to the challenge.
“Tell me you’re ready.”
Another daring flash, and she grins. “Nah-uh.”
Without needing to ask, I know what she’s doing. She wants that plump ass of hers spanked again, paid the attention it deserves.
“You’re coming with me.”
She gasps when I lift her off her feet. I tuck one hand under her knees and brace the other behind her back.
“Uh, why are you carrying me like I weigh nothing?”
“Because you don’t,” I growl. “You’re my personal plaything, readymade to be carried around.”
Lust floods her youthful cheeks. She bites her lip.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“What?”
“When you bite your lip, it reminds me of the video. You were so nervous, so beautiful.”
“Like this?” she moans, biting her lip again.
“Are you sure you’re not a gold digger?” I say, laughing. “Because this is one hell of a performance.”
“Hey, I told you I’m not.”
“I know, Ami.”
“No, put me down.”
I put her down in my bedroom. The room seems simple from an outsider’s eyes, the bed in the middle, a desk in the corner, and a spare dog bed for Loki. He has a room of his own too, where he is now.
Amelia glares up at me. “It’s not fair to say that when I’ve already told you…”
“Ami—”
“No, now you need to be punished.”
She laughs as she does it, and I realize her reaction is a joke, but this is no joke. She tries to spank me. I catch her wrist, smirking down at her. She whips her other hand into action, and I grab that wrist too.