Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“I bought us this house, Elli.”
“But why?”
Letting go of my face, he reaches down and grips my thighs, lifting my ass to sit on the island. He steps between my parted legs. “Because I wanted you to have a place to come home to. Our home.” A soft smile tugs at his lips while the blood rushes in my ears. “A place for you to feel safe.”
I just stare at him, trying to slow my racing heart.
“Say yes, Elli. Tell me you’ll move in with me.”
Where else would I go? This man I’d do anything for is giving me the best gift I’ve ever received. He wants to live with me. Here in our house. Just the two of us. I’m not one of those girls that need to be married. I actually never want to get married. But to live with him? To be his every second of every day? That sounds like heaven to me. “Yes.” I nod, sniffing. “Of course.”
He picks me up off the island and I giggle. Actually giggle like a lovestruck teenager. He carries me back to the formal dining room table and sets me on my feet. Then he’s ripping off my shirt, shorts, and underwear.
“What are you doing?” I ask, still laughing. I’ve never felt happiness like this before. It’s like bubbling inside me wanting to escape.
“I’m going to have my first meal in our home.” He lifts me up, placing my ass on the table. Pushing on my chest, he forces me to lie down. I put my heels on the table and spread my legs for him like the good girl he wants me to be. I’m so fucking needy for him. “Touch yourself for me,” he urges me.
Sitting back in the chair at the head of the table, he watches me play with myself, my fingers dipping in and out of my pussy. I hear him shift in the seat and then hear him removing his belt from his jeans.
“Come on, little demon,” he coaxes, encouraging me. “Make yourself come all over this table.”
My fingers pick up speed, going deeper, and my hips lift off the surface. My heavy breathing and moaning fill the room. I’m close. My body rocks back and forth, my heels dig into the table, and I whimper.
“Sin—” I’m so close. I can feel it. Almost there…
He rips my hands away from my pussy, and I cry out.
“Sin?” I sit up, panting. “What—”
He wraps his hand around my throat, cutting off my words. He leans in, his lips tenderly kissing mine. “Lie back down, Elli.”
I do as I’m told, and he grabs my hands. Wrapping his belt around my wrists, sliding the end through the silver buckle, he then presses my arms to my upper chest. He takes the remainder of the belt around my neck before tying it off, securing my wrists to my neck.
He pulls my ass to the end of the table and kneels, throwing my shaking legs over his shoulders. He licks my cunt and I arch my back. “You’re going to come all over my face, Elli. The first meal I have, will be your pussy.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SIN
I GET OUT of bed when I hear the doorbell ring. A look at my phone on the nightstand shows it’s five in the evening. Right on time.
Leaning over the bed, I push her blond hair from her face. “Elli, wake up.” I kiss her warm cheek, making her stir.
“Hmm?” she mumbles.
“Wake up and get dressed.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks around aimlessly before they land on mine. The doorbell rings again and she sits straight up, eyes now wide.
“Get dressed and meet me in the dining room,” I say, pulling on my T-shirt from earlier and getting my jeans on. I exit the room without further explanation.
Opening the front door, the man smiles at me as he enters. “Good evening, Easton.”
He follows me into the formal dining room, and he sits down at the table that I fucked Elli on just hours ago. His briefcase right where she lay wide open for me. Opening it up, he pulls out the papers that are needed and hands them to me.
I quickly scan them over, making sure everything is there that I requested. Nodding, I lay them on the table, and he pulls out a pen for me. I’m signing the last page when she enters.
“What’s going on?” She yawns, pushing her tangled hair from her sleepy eyes.
“We’ve got to make it official.” I pull out the chair and she sits down on it. “This is Mr. Tate. He has brought everything we need to sign in order to close on the house.”
She frowns at first but then nods.
“Everywhere you see a yellow tab is where you need to sign,” I inform her, pointing at the one on the first page.