Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Everything I’ve told you about my life is true, Ace. If you ask me to stop, I will.”
“You’d let me leave?” A stab of disappointment fills me. I was kind of into this being kidnapped thing. It was a nice change of pace.
“Never.” He places his rough hand against my throat again. I’m not scared of him. In fact, I find his hand there rather soothing. I think Owen is lethal to the rest of the world, and only I get this side of him. I really love the idea of that. He could easily hurt me, but I know he won’t. “I’ll stop killing if you ask me to.”
“How about the hardware store girl? Would you kill her for me?” I lay my hands against his bare chest. Even on my knees on the bed with him standing beside it, he still towers over me.
“Claire?”
“You know her name!” I hiss. If anyone should worry for their safety, it’s him. I have a bomb shelter I could put him in. That thing might actually come in handy, though I was sure it would never be useful.
“Ace, it’s on her name tag. I notice everything. I remember everything. It can be both a curse and a blessing. I know every freckle you have.”
“I don’t have many freckles.”
“Seventeen.”
“Seventeen? Why does it have to be an odd number?”
He smirks. Not sure what’s so funny. “It’s seventeen, Ace. You want me to show you?”
He pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it away before he pushes me down onto the bed. I don’t fight him. I want this closeness with him more than anything.
“You’re the only one I want.” He pops the button of my jeans.
“One.” He kisses a freckle next to my belly button.
“Two.” His mouth goes to my hip, kissing a tiny freckle that’s barely noticeable. “We’re almost to my favorite ones. Except that one behind your right ear on your neck. That is truly my favorite.”
He’s kissed me there a few times, I recall. Owen pulls my pants off, taking my panties and everything else with them.
“I’m naked.” I don’t know why I feel the need to state the obvious.
Owen’s breathing grows heavy. For someone that knows every freckle on my body, his eyes still continue to trace me up and down.
His big rough hand comes down on my thigh. His touch is firmer now. I didn’t think he could get more possessive. He spreads my legs open before his fingers drift up toward my sex.
“These are my second favorite.” I glance down to see a few freckles on the inside of my thighs. I lick my lips. That’s not where I want him to kiss right now.
“Forget about the freckles,” I say, trying to get him to speed this up. The throb between my thighs becomes more unbearable by the second.
“I could never forget. Not a single detail of you is meant to be forgotten.” I don’t get time to savor his sweet words of devotion, because he strikes. In a flash, his face is buried between my thighs.
His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks as he thrusts one of his thick fingers inside of me. When he stiffens his tongue and swipes it back and forth on my clit while working his finger in and out of me, I lose it.
“Owen!” I scream his name as the sudden orgasm slams through my body. I’m so lost in it I don’t realize Owen has moved. His cock is pressing into me. My eyes fly open to meet his.
“You’re mine, Ace.” He thrusts the rest of the way inside. I whimper at the sharp twinge of pain, but the orgasm still lingering matched with Owen’s words make it melt away quickly. I wrap my legs around him.
“Prove it,” I challenge. I swear his eyes darken. He looks like a hunter closing in on its prey. He might not want to hurt me, but he does want to catch me. And I want to be caught.
“I’ll more than prove it.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. I’m so full of him it’s almost painful, but I don’t care. I cling to him as he starts to move faster. He pins my hands over my head, holding me down. “You keep touching me and I’ll come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I moan. I’m going to orgasm again. This build is different. He’s hitting something deep inside of me.
“Need you with me.”
“I’m with you.” My sex clamps down around his cock. I’m so close.
“Ready for me to prove it, Ace?” I open my mouth, but no words can come out. His lips brush against my ear. “I know everything about you,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re ovulating.”
I go off. My whole body tenses as the pleasure explodes. Owen thrusts fully inside of me, holding himself as deep as he can get. His warmth floods into me.