Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Is he ready to go again?
Holy shit, that’s fast.
I greedily lick him off, but there is no stopping his greed as he begins to thrust into my mouth. When I choke, he pulls out for a second so I can cough, only to plunge back in again, over and over.
“Do you taste your own desire?” he says.
I nod greedily. My wrists strain against the cuffs as he claims my mouth, tears staining my eyes. But I’m wet and throbbing with need. If that means I’m fucked up, then I don’t care. I want to be fucked up together with him.
“You want it so badly, little bunny?” His voice is low and heady. “Look at me.”
I nod again, looking up into his possessive eyes just like he commands. The way he looks at me is so overpowering that it makes me quiver with need.
“I’m gonna come down your throat, and you’re going to love it,” he groans, thrusting in so far that my nose is buried in his body, and his balls squeeze against my chin. “I want to make your fucking mouth pregnant.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I gag on his length, the metal loops bouncing up and down deep inside me.
That’s when he roars out loud. His cum jets into the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. “Swallow, bunny,” he groans, depositing everything he has into my mouth, his words sending me over the edge. “Good girl.”
He pulls his thick, long dick out of me, and I cough up the remaining cum only to swallow it back down. It feels so wrong to enjoy the taste, but I do because it’s his.
And when he leans over, wrapping his hand around my throat, and smashes his lips onto mine, I’m completely lost to him.
“Jill,” he moans into my mouth as he struggles to undo the cuffs around my wrists without looking. “Tell me how it feels when I do this.”
What? Does it even matter?
“Why?” I ask, leaning away, my lips pink and swollen, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss me or die trying.
The cuffs drop to the floor. The elevator beeps, and the doors open again.
He grabs my face with both hands. “Because you’re mine. And I care about what’s mine.”
Mine.
I forget everything I was ever taught about right and wrong.
Everything I ever thought I wanted.
Because there is nothing I want more … than this.
Luca
* * *
“I love it,” she responds, looking up at me with those innocent-looking eyes. But I know better now. All the innocence has been fucked out of her. “Because I love you.”
She doesn’t even know half the things I’m capable of. Or all the ways I fantasize about playing with her.
“Even this?” My eyes narrow.
She nods, pressing a soft, heavenly kiss on the side of my lips. “I want more.”
Fuck me. There is nothing on this planet I love hearing more than her approval and her desire to explore what I have to offer.
I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, but I don’t even fucking care. That’s how in love I am with this girl. This girl I can finally call mine.
With my index finger underneath her chin, I make her stand and look at me. “You’re mine and mine alone … Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” she replies.
She doesn’t have to say it twice.
I pick her up, and she squeals as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of the elevator.
“Wait, what about your wound?”
I slap her ass so hard she squeals again.
“I know my limits,” I growl back, slapping her other ass cheek for good measure. “It’s about time we learned yours.”
Chapter 37
Jill
* * *
A week later
* * *
As we get into the car, Luca suddenly hands me my phone out of the blue. “I want you to have it back.”
“Why now all of a sudden?” I ask as he starts the engine and hits the gas.
“Because I trust you,” he says, the smile on his face making my heart thump faster and faster.
I narrow my eyes as he keeps his on the road. “Is this a trick?”
“No trick. But … I do want you to call someone.” He glances at me for a second before shifting his gaze to the road ahead again. “I don’t want anyone bothering us anymore. Call Easton and his little postboy.”
“Nick,” I fill in for him. “I thought you hated them and never wanted me to talk to them.”
“I do, but you don’t,” he replies. “You’re my wife, Jill. And I want my fucking wife to be happy.”
Something about that statement makes me super giddy, and I slam my lips together to stop the laughter from coming out because I don’t want to embarrass Luca.
“Don’t make me change my mind, Bunny,” he says.
“All right, all right, I’ll do it,” I say, quickly flicking open the call app. “It’s been so long since I last talked to them. What do I even say?”