Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
A conversation with Rick.
Rick? The supposed fiancé?
“Excuse me! Give me that!” she tries.
I keep reading. That was her response to his earlier message.
How’s Ivy? Don’t forget lunch with my mother and Sheila tomorrow to finalize the rehearsal dinner details. Lots to do. Hope your sister isn’t stopping you from getting it all done. Love you. Miss you already.
“You too? Is that you saying you love and miss him, too?” I demand, feeling my blood pressure rise.
“Gimme that back, Doggo.”
“Do you?” I know I’m being irrational right now, but I don’t give a shit. The idea of her loving someone has fury rising in me. I’m fucking seething right now.
She snatches the phone from me and slaps it face down on the counter before she puts her bra on.
A growl rumbles up from my gut.
She jerks back, looking alarmed.
“Do you love this guy, Amie?”
Does she love him? Is he going to be a problem? A barrier for our happiness?
She said she was engaged already, this isn’t news, but the messages from him make him a reality to me. A reality I hadn’t fully considered.
She flinches. “I’m not Amie to you. That’s for people that I give that to. I didn’t give it to you. I didn’t give you permission to look at my phone, either.”
I quickly hook into her waistband with my thumbs and jerk the panties down. They hit the floor.
“Hey!”
“You won’t be needing those quite yet. Maybe not for a long time.” I lift her up, set her on the counter, pull her toward me and free my cock. In one solid thrust, I drive into her.
She drags in breath, eyes widening.
And I’m kinda pissed. I growl at her and she jolts back, fear in her eyes.
I pull her closer, firmly gripping her hips. “You’re ending it with him as soon as we finish this,” I clip. “I’m taking you there and he’ll know it’s over. I don’t want his name or his words on your phone, I don’t want his name on your lips, and there won’t be any more I love yous from you to him or vice versa.”
“Pff. Well, aren’t you possessive?”
“Damn right I am.”
“It’s unattractive,” she states.
“Is it? Then why is this pretty pussy so slick?”
She tries to hide her shock. “Biology. Witchcraft. Voodoo or whatever. That’s it.” She shrugs like it makes no difference.
But her nipples are hard, too. And I know she’s filled with lust. Almost as seized by lust as I am. Having insight into her emotions is helpful.
“You want me to stop?” I slam my hips forward, asking a question I already know the answer to. As I pull back, her legs tighten around my waist, preventing me from pulling out.
It makes me want to roar in triumph.
Her phone chimes with a notification.
“Yeah, you definitely should stop,” she says, digging her nails into my back.
“No lies allowed. Your mouth is out of synch with the rest of your body, baby.”
“Shut up.” She grabs my face with both hands and drags my mouth to hers, then she’s sucking on my tongue.
Fuck, she feels incredible. In my arms, around me. I lift her off the vanity and carry her back to my bed, our bodies still joined at the mouth, my cock deep inside her.
As her back touches the mattress, my hand goes between us, giving me access to her clit. I work it for less than a minute before she’s crying out and doing it against my now expanding knot, which starts pulsing.
“Feel that?” I ask, feeling her all around me, feeling so fucking good.
She tenses but doesn’t answer.
“My knot,” I grind out, “is showing you who you belong to, Amie.” My lips touch her collarbone and then I latch around my mark on her neck and suck hard while I unhook her bra and pull it off.
“You’re mine baby, all fucking mine,” I declare.
Fuck, she feels good. Smells good. Tastes amazing. She’s arched, crying out loudly, her body shaking as my essence fills her, as my knot revs up higher, sending sensations rolling through me, making my vision blur briefly as I crest over a peak.
***
I’m holding her close. She’s snuggled into me, head on my chest while I purr for her.
The purring is coming in handy. She melts into me every time. My chest vibrations push the fight, the anxiety, any negativity straight out of her.
I stop to say, “We should head there right now so you can end it. Where did you live?”
Her body stiffens. “Uh…no.”
Sass.
“Yes.” I slap her bare ass, making her squeak.
“I’m not leaving this place without my sister,” she informs, then tacks on under her breath, “and I’m not ending anything.”
“Showing me who you are; gonna have to find a way to manage that strong will of yours.”
She lifts her cheek from my chest to look up at me.