Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Fuck.
He knew he should go after her, and he probably would, in time. As soon as, he thought bleakly, he got over this heavy sense of emptiness that was spreading inside of him.
Ana was marrying someone else.
The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Had he meant nothing to her at all?
Fists clenching, he finally swung around to leave, and that was when he heard footsteps and, a moment later, Polly appeared on the doorway, breathing hard, a tray in her hands.
On it were a plate of cheese sandwiches and two glasses of milk.
“My mom makes me this when I feel bad,” she said hesitantly. Raising the tray, she asked, “Want some?”
And that was how he found himself sitting on Ana’s old bed, eating cheese sandwiches and drinking a glass of milk like a good little boy. Beside him, Pollyanna was nodding like a mother looking after a child, and he said irritably, “Stop that.”
She gave him a look of feigned hurt. “I’m just concerned.”
“No, you’re not. Your face’s a dead giveaway. In the past five minutes, you’ve been quietly rejoicing about the fact that you were able to take care of me or something like that.” She responded like she always did, and he felt a smile tugging at his lips. Dammit, but that blowfish look of hers never failed.
When he was done eating, she placed the glasses back on the tray, and with her back to him, she found the courage to ask, “Is there anything else I can do to help you?” Pollyanna didn’t even think of persuading him to confide in her. She had a feeling he wasn’t the type, and especially not with someone like her, who was years younger in age and experience.
His lips twisting at the offer, he said unthinkingly, “There is one.” He thought about Ana, of the way she had shoved him out of her life so easily, and he said bitterly, “Give yourself to me.”
Pollyanna froze. She hadn’t expected him to say that at all. Straightening slowly, heartbeat racing, she turned to face him, whispering, “But I’m already yours. You know that, don’t you?” And as she spoke, she came to realize what she had to do.
He laughed humorlessly. “No, you’re—-” He broke off, finally noticing what Pollyanna was doing. “What the hell?” He shot to his feet, but it didn’t stop her from unbuttoning her blouse. He shook his head in sheer disbelief. “What the hell are you doing?”
The blouse fell to the floor.
His head snapped towards its direction, moved back to Pollyanna, and his jaw clenched when he saw her abundant breasts threatening to spill out of its confines. When she took a step forward, he automatically took a step back. “Stop.” But even as she was walking, she was already unclipping her bra from behind, and blood rushed to Kyr’s head as he found himself staring straight at her beautifully bare breasts.
By the time she reached him, the billionaire was perfectly still, and she was perfectly...naked.
Her face red, her heartbeat overly loud, she fought to keep her voice from shaking as she said very clearly, “I’m yours. So...” She lifted her gaze to him.
Ah, dammit, those stars.
How could he resist them now, after what he had learned?
“Take me?”
Common sense went to hell, and with it his sense of right and wrong disappeared as well. Kyr carried her to bed and laid her gently on it before pulling away to discard his own clothes. Her wide-eyed gaze remained on him, her cheeks turning from pink to red, and it made him laugh.
“You can close your eyes if you want.”
Meanie, she thought helplessly. The billionaire very well knew that even if she wanted to stop staring, she couldn’t. He was just so wonderfully sexy to look at, the way he was so big and strong in every way. And when he had finally dispensed with his briefs, she couldn’t help gulping, couldn’t help staring.
Oh God, it was so huge. She had expected it to be, with how it felt in her grip, but...it was different now that she could look at it, too. She felt faint-headed, just thinking about how it would feel to have his cock possess her.
He came walking towards her, and she was torn between running away and welcoming him with open arms.
“The latter, definitely,” he murmured.
Her eyes went wide, and again, her mouth opened and closed.
“I told you, didn’t I? I will always know what you’re thinking.”
She gasped as the bed dipped under his weight, gasped again when he calmly nudged her legs apart so he could settle his body between them. And then he was lowering himself on top of her, and Pollyanna wasn’t able to stop herself from moaning as his heat and hardness enveloped her.
For a moment, he loomed over her, his handsome face cold and unreadable.