Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
When the last flutters of her orgasm come to an end, I grip her by the hips with bruising force and slam deep, fucking her hard, embedding myself inside her, just like she’s embedded herself under my skin.
“Drew! Oh shit,” she mewls, and I don’t take mercy on her. If anything, I fuck her harder, holding her to my chest, bending her, forcing her to take more of my cock.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum.”
“Yes! Yes!” Bel cries against my throat, and then, out of nowhere, she bites me. Her teeth sink deep into my shoulder, and I lose my fucking mind. I slam into her over and over again, following the searing pain in my shoulder and the rising pleasure in my gut.
In seconds, I’m exploding, coming so hard I see stars behind my eyes as I empty myself deep inside her. I float back down to reality slowly, and when I open my eyes, I see her. She’s watching me, and there’s a softness, a serenity in her gaze as she scans my face.
I cup her by the cheeks, kiss her lips gently, and whisper the words I’ve been unable to because I wasn't ready or aware of what it really meant to love someone.
“I love you, Flower.”
Her eyes go wide, and her mouth pops open. “You...?”
“You don’t have to say it back. I don’t need you to, not until you’re ready. I just want you to know that I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know what it felt like to love someone until I lost you, and I had to endure the concept that you might never give me a second chance.”
“I…” She struggles to find the words, and I can see her beautiful mind trying to wrap itself around my confession, but I don’t need her to say the words to me. I don’t need to know that she loves me, because her actions prove it to me.
“Shh. You don’t have to say anything,” I repeat and undo the belt that’s wrapped around her wrists, then I gently massage them until the blood returns to her limbs. I don’t dare look at her face because I’m afraid that what I’ll see there will hurt far more than the thought of never getting a chance to fix things with her. After holding her for a bit, I ease her back into the seat and grab some wipes from behind the seat. I clean her up gently, as best I can.
I check the time on the dash, realizing I need to get her home soon.
“Buckle up. I need to get you home before you turn into a pumpkin.”
She laughs softly and settles back into the seat.
The drive back to the mansion is quiet, too quiet, and I wonder if I made a mistake telling her. When I pull up to the house, her fingers hover on the door handle and I swear my heart is about to beat out of my chest. She turns to look at me, a tiny little smile tugging at her lips.
“I don’t need to wait to tell you that I love you, Drew. I loved you even when I knew I shouldn’t. I loved you when you weren’t deserving of my love, and I love you now.”
She slips from the car and closes the door behind her, leaving me with that parting admission. I squeeze the steering wheel with both hands, stopping myself from following her inside the house. Fuck, she loves me. She loves me. She loves me even when I don’t deserve her love, and that’s why my father must pay. That's why I have to do this.
To protect her and my mom.
It’ll kill me to bring her deeper into this, but she’s strong, stronger than Sebastian or anyone gives her credit for, and if she trusts me like I know she does, she’ll see right through the bullshit. Don’t worry, Flower. I’ll protect you. I’ll end this for good and give you the happily ever after we both deserve. I tug my phone out of my pocket and scroll to my father’s contact.
My fingers tremble as I type out the words. The element of surprise is what’s going to make this go as smoothly as we need it to.
Me: Tomorrow at sunset. I’ll bring her to the house. Have everything ready.
I don’t expect to receive a text back right away, but three little dots appear on the screen, and then I find myself squeezing the device hard enough to hurt my fingers as I read his response.
Dad: Good. Come by the house. I want to discuss everything for tomorrow.
Me: K. On my way.
As badly as I don’t want to go, I don’t have any other option. I need to make this look good, like I’m on his side. If I make him think I’m in agreement, then his guard will be down, and he’ll never see the attack coming.