Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He moved closer, and I held my breath.
Closer and closer—-
Until I could feel his breath on my skin, his commanding form eclipsing the light inside my bedroom—-
One hand suddenly drove through my hair, yanking my head back.
Aaaaaah.
His grip was rough and hard, the lust glittering in his dark eyes feral and volatile.
I should have been afraid. Maybe I should have even been furious. But I felt none of those. I felt nothing except the need to experience more.
It was in fact the only word that existed in bad girl Anneke’s vocabulary.
More!
Marcus pulled my head back an inch further, and I whimpered.
More!
His head lowered, his mouth grazing the exposed skin of my neck, and I shuddered.
Oh God, more.
His teeth sank into the length of my neck, and my eyes closed.
Please, give me more!
Marcus’ other free arm wrapped around my waist, tightening, before hauling me close, my breasts flattening against his chest. The feel of his hot, hard body was too much, and I gasped.
His dark eyes blazed down at me. “Are you scared, bambina?”
I could only look at him. It didn’t matter if I was scared or not. I still wanted more.
“You should be,” Marcus snarled. “You should be fucking scared.” His head lowered again, and he whispered harshly against my lips, “This wasn’t how I fucking wanted it to be—-”
I knew that. But this was what I wanted. And I still wanted more.
“Marcus.” His name came out a plea, and he shuddered.
“Dammit, Anneke.” His teeth sunk into my lower lip, and I almost screamed. “We’re not supposed to do this.”
I would’ve laughed if I could.
How could he say that when right this moment he was still pulling me closer towards him—-
How could he think we could stop this when he was molding my body like he was its master—-
How could he believe we both wouldn’t want more, with his rigid erection now knocking against the already-swollen folds of my core?
“We can still be just friends,” I whispered shakily against his lips.
My hands slowly moved up his chest.
“Just friends...”
And I found myself clutching his shoulders—-
“Even if we do this...”
I pressed myself against him, my breasts swelling at the feel of his hardness, my nipples becoming turgid with arousal.
“Anneke.” He growled my name out. He probably meant it as a warning, a threat, but it didn’t quite work that way.
Instead, the sound aroused me, made me swell where I was supposed to swell, made me melt where I was supposed to melt—-
Ooooooh.
Our gazes met, his dark eyes so full of lust—-
Oh God.
This man wanted me so much.
Me.
The knowledge made me heady, and a feeling of wanton liberation rippled down my body.
“Can’t we?”
My nails dug into the blades of his back.
“Can’t we, Marcus—-”
And it was like I could hear and feel his control snapping as his body jerked—-
“You win,” he rasped. “We’ll fucking play it your way.”
And this time, he took command, his mouth crashing down against mine.
My first kiss.
It was my first kiss, and it was as brutal as it was passionate. It wasn’t in any way soft and gentle, and dear God, it was exactly the way I wanted it. I locked my arms behind his neck as my lips parted willingly under his, and I whimpered as his tongue drove in. Its every stroke inside my mouth was forceful and possessive, and oh God, it made me want so, so much more.
“Move your tongue,” he grated out.
I followed his command, my stomach squeezing and my breasts swelling even more. It was then I realized that I loved being commanded, and the knowledge made me whimper anew—-
Oh God, had I always had this bad-girl-side to me?
Had I always been this dirty?
When Marcus’ mouth lifted, I mewled in protest, and he touched my lips soothingly. “Ssh.” His voice was hoarse. “We’ve only started.”
And then his mouth slowly licked a trail down my neck, the sensation making me arch in his arms with a silent moan.
More.
He started to suck, and my head fell back to give him more access.
Oh please more.
His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, kneading, squeezing—-
Oh God, more, more, more.
His fingers loosened the buttons of my pajama top, and I heard Marcus suck his breath in when he saw that I didn’t have any bra underneath it.
“Bellissima.” His voice was guttural. “And mine.” His mouth took one nipple in, and I jerked.
He began to suck, and I clutched his shoulders tightly as I felt my knees weaken under me.
Oh God.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were blazing, and he was breathing hard.
“Tell me when to stop.”
And then he started worshipping my other breast.
We found ourselves on the carpet, Marcus laying me down even as he continued sucking on my nipple. I covered my mouth as I felt him reach for the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and I could only lift my hips up as he started pulling them down.