Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Trying my best here.” I close my eyes, take deep breaths.
He fills me. Inch by inch, he fills me. It hurts, I can’t pretend like it doesn’t, but as he pulls back and goes deeper and deeper, that hurt is mixed with something else.
A deep satisfaction.
A pleasure, primal and wicked.
Like getting spanked. My wires are crossed again. He fills me, and fills me, and soon he’s fucking me as I soak his massive shaft. His lips find mine, my fingers dig into his back, and I’m moaning, my god, I’m moaning, because it feels so fucking good. He moves faster, pulling my hair, whispering lovely things into my ear, telling me how good I feel, but I can barely hear any of it. I’m so deep into the moment that I feel every thrust, I feel every inch of him, spreading me apart and filling me to the brim.
I grind my hips. I kiss him, buck into him as we fuck faster. “Don’t stop,” I gasp, my entire body flushed, a sheen of sweat on my skin. My mind’s gone, there’s only my body and the floating sensation of pleasure as it rolls down my spine. He keeps moving with me, and the intensity begins to peak, begins to crest, and I feel the orgasm ride deep into my core.
He whispers in my ear. All he says is my name, again and again, as I come against him. I come hard, nearly blacking out, my mouth wide open. He doesn’t last much longer—he fills me, warm and slick, and we collapse together on the bed. I’m breathing hard, a dull ache where his cock had been, and that’s the end of it.
I stare at my hands. At the sheets. I’m not a virgin anymore.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing me gently. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Good girl.”
I realize I’m shivering. I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me against his warm chest. I snuggle in close, trying to come to grips with what just happened, trying to connect the dots between hating him earlier to sleeping with him now, to giving my virginity to him.
It’s stupid. I planned on doing this with him eventually. But now that it’s done—
“You’re crying,” he says.
“I’m sorry.” I wipe my eyes. “It’s not you. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He holds me tighter. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I’m just overwhelmed and emotional. Can you just stay here for a little while?”
He settles in closer. “As long as you need.”
I calm down after a few minutes. I’m not sure what set me off, but I guess it’s a mixture of things. The shock of losing my virginity, the strange way that had defined me for so long, and the truth of my situation—married to Adler, the wife of the Don.
And the fear that nothing is going to change.
That I’ll stay locked up in this apartment forever.
I don’t have long to think about it. We shower together. He’s surprisingly gentle with me, attentive, tender. He asks what I need, and when I don’t know, he doesn’t push. Only gets me clean, dry, in comfortable clothes, and into bed again.
“This is the part where you ask me for something,” he whispers in the darkness, his arms around me.
“Why? Are you feeling a little weak?”
“Something like that.”
“I want to work tomorrow.”
He lets out a grumble in the back of his throat. “Only in the mornings.”
“At least a half day.”
“Only on the blackjack tables in the high-roller room. Only where you can be protected.”
“Fine. I can handle that.”
“Then we have a deal.”
I try not to smile. “That’s all it takes then? I give you my virginity and you let me have whatever I want?”
He laughs softly, brushing my cheek. “My sweet wife, if you think it takes that much to get concessions out of me, then you don’t know me very well yet.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Chapter 25
Casey
Adler’s gone early the next morning. I wake, shower, dress, and get ready to hit the tables. The night before is a blur of emotion and sensation, though it’s like I can still feel him between my legs. There’s a gentle, almost nice stinging ache every time I walk, reminding me of what happened.
We had sex.
I had sex for the very first time.
And it was… really good.
Simple, straightforward, and really good. Like he was easing me into it.
Like he was trying to be kind.
Adler makes no sense. One second, he’s dragging me up the elevator and locking me in the apartment, and the next he’s holding me, fucking me gently, cleaning me in the shower, basically treating me like he actually cares.
Except this relationship isn’t supposed to be like that.
I get off the magic elevator and head toward the high-roller tables. But before I get far, a shadow disengages from the big potted plants near the main entrance, and I stop dead in my tracks.