Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I leaped into his arms, crushing my lips to his. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy right now. Why didn’t this guy fuck me the other day?” I swallowed his initial grunt of surprise, then Victor got into it. Hard.
“This guy can fuck you right now.”
“Do it.” I was already tearing off his shirt. “Now.”
I didn’t have to ask him twice.
“Cato?” I called. “Would you stick him in the closet, please? Maybe some quiet time to think, and bleed, will help him change his mind about protecting the Phantom.”
Cato carried him off, leaving me and Victor to our business. Our hot, clothes-ripping, moaning, meeting-the-real-us-for-the-first-time business.
Victor flung my clothes all over the place. One minute I was dressed, the next my leggings were torn fabric decorating the television. My bra was only half off when he spun me around, bent me over the arm of the chair, and rammed inside.
“Ah.” I lifted off my heels onto the very tips of my toes as he started pumping.
Who was that guy who pulled my hair and elbowed me in the boob? He had nothing to do with this rough, insistent, confident guy who felt no shame blowing past foreplay. He wanted inside me right then—no waiting necessary.
“Yes, Victor.” I anchored him to my breasts, cupping me in both of his hands. We formed the most delicious sex formation—each point of contact delivering sizzling pressure to the long smolder that was my need for Victor.
It was so obvious now why things had been such a struggle between us. A struggle we couldn’t seem to overcome by simply staying away from each other. I couldn’t stay away from Victor, I’d been searching for him all my life.
Smack!
I moaned under the firm swat on my left cheek. I didn’t know what was with the Wilson brothers and spanking, but my core contracted so painfully, I drew a strangled grunt from his lips. We were moving too fast for actual words to pass between us.
Spreading my legs, I took each thrust deeper—eyes rolling up in my head as he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back in. Victor wasn’t exaggerating. He was far from crap in bed. If I ever rutted on the couch like a wild animal with a guy again, it would be him. It had to be him. There was no future that didn’t have this insufferable jackhole in it.
The slap, slap, slap of our bodies filled my ears, providing the most perfect music to the fevered jumping in my chest. I was hot and flushed and shaky—coming alive to the feel of being pounded without mercy. Victor took it just as easy on me as he did when we got into our no-limits, knockdown, drag-out fights.
Victor had never been the guy to hold back or act like I couldn’t take all he had to give me.
Smack!
“Oh, yes! Right there.” My back bent in half. “Uhh!”
We were out of control. Thrusting, grunting, smacking so hard against the couch, we slid it across the carpet and banged into the opposite wall.
Victor slipped his hand under my chin. My grip held tight for purchase as he lifted me up, tipping my head back on his shoulder, and not slowing his pumping for a second. Victor captured my lips, kissing me hungrily—plundering another moist cavern that was his to explore and conquer.
“Mine,” he growled as though he heard my thoughts that I was his to claim, and had to let me know in no uncertain terms. He already had.
I came hard—screaming and shaking in his hold. Victor pumped me all the way down, extracting chain orgasms like his cock was the gun and my pussy the hostage. His body tensed against me and he was gone—spilling inside me while I spread wide, murmuring filthy things to him as he filled me up.
We tipped over the back of the couch and fell on the cushions in a tangled heap.
“That was unexpected,” Victor said, chest heaving. “To think I came back here bracing myself for another fight.”
I burrowed in his side, inhaling his sweet cider scent deep into my body. “Why would we fight?”
“Because I was going to pack your shit and move you into the mansion whether you liked it or not. I heard you’re selling Saylor’s text messages. Everyone in town heard about it, Luna. You pissed off the most powerful enemy you could have in this town, or any town in the country. You’d be safer if you stayed with us. Mom is insisting on it.”
I studied the side of his face. He had a tiny beauty mark under his ear. It’s because of how up close and personal I’d gotten with him recently, that I noticed Adonis had one in the same place.
“Are you insisting it even after... what Wesley told you?”
“What? About you fucking Adonis? Oh, I knew about that.”