Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“That was incredible, Stella. I was shocked the first time I made you come for me. Not that I can make you come, but how you would go from so reserved, so polished and quiet, but once you got close to coming, you turned feral. There’s something primal and natural about the way you behave when you come apart. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”
His hands roamed my body before one hand settled on my breast and the other between my thighs, drawing small circles over my clit.
“Fuck waiting until an appropriate time. I don’t want to deal with anyone thinking they have a chance in hell with you. Tell me you will be mine.”
His words were growled into my ear. It was a question and a demand while his fingers played my body like an instrument.
“I—” Everything was so overwhelming.
I couldn’t process what he was saying. All I knew was I was going to die if he didn’t make me come again and then take me hard. The pressure building in my core was unstable, and my thighs were shaking.
My entire body felt like I was on fire. I needed him inside me. I needed him to take away the pain and give me everything he had.
“Stella, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I screamed as I went over the edge again.
The rest of the night, we made love. It wasn’t the same angry power struggle as before. It was deep, intimate, and satisfying in a way I didn’t know was possible.
I woke up the next morning bright, early, and alone.
I stretched out my sore muscles and tried to remember where I was.
It took a moment for the events of the night before to trickle back into my mind. It wasn’t until I became aware of an unfamiliar weight on my left hand and saw the large emerald-cut diamond set in platinum that I remembered…
I’d agreed to become Mrs. Manwarring.
CHAPTER 32
STELLA
Most of my clothes were completely destroyed, so I wrapped myself in the sheet from the bed and headed back to the bedroom.
Now, of course, the entire mess that I had left was gone.
Like it had never even happened.
Even the Tiffany lampshades had been replaced.
I didn’t know how I felt about that.
On one hand, I was glad nothing I had done had been completely irreparable.
On the other hand, it felt like all of that effort, all of the catharsis that came from destroying this room, was just gone.
I headed to my closet, and it was almost bare. But I was able to put together an outfit with a mid-length black skirt and a blouse that was in a gorgeous deep red.
Not the colors I usually wore, and I’d have to replace everything. But I did decide I wanted to start picking out my own clothes. Not just dressing in what had been expected of me. It was far past time for me to develop my own signature style and figure out what I wanted to say to the world when they saw me.
Thankfully, my tirade hadn’t quite made it to the bathroom, so all of my cosmetics were still perfectly usable. I did something a little different with my eye makeup, trying to play off the new pink hue of my hair.
I looked at my jewelry, all of it, and didn’t see anything that I really wanted to wear. I did, however, leave the engagement ring on.
A lot of things would need to be considered if I was going to keep the engagement, or still work to try and break it and run.
The fear I had before, the claustrophobic feeling of the walls moving in on me and being trapped, wasn’t nearly as prevalent as it was before. But it also wasn’t gone.
I took the ring off, then put it back on, taking it off and putting it back on several times before I just decided to leave it.
There was no reason to make Lucian mad until I knew one way or the other. When I was finally satisfied with my appearance, I went downstairs for breakfast.
Lucian was already sitting at the table, reading the paper with a cup of coffee in his other hand. My seat at the end of the table did not have a place setting.
Instead, my place setting was right next to his. A warm blush rose on my cheek as I realized that he had asked for the staff to move my plate next to his.
He wanted to have a more intimate breakfast than having me across the table. I liked that. I like that he wanted to be near me and talk to me during breakfast, not have to shout over the massive table.
I took my seat, and immediately Hamilton poured my coffee.
“Thank you,” I said as I gratefully picked up the cup and took a sip.