Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
It’s hard and slow like it pulls on my every nerve ending. His mouth doesn’t slow, and his finger doesn’t speed up. His digit keeps the perfect rhythm as I ride the wave of pure bliss.
I have never felt anything so… mind-blowing.
When my breathing evens out, he stops, and I feel lost without his touch. I hear the tear of a wrapper and go to shut my legs, but he is already standing between them and stops me from closing them.
“Sorry,” I whisper, instantly wishing to take it back. His hand slides up and down my leg, tickling it as he opens me wider. I feel him there, at my entrance, but he doesn’t make any move to push inside.
His breathing is hard, and I wonder if he plans to go slow or fast.
Do I want him to get it over and done with?
Or do I want to savor the moment?
Let’s be real. I don’t.
After tonight, I plan to tell Kit I want to be with him and no one else. We’ve skirted around the conversation, and now I can give him this. But will it feel like this with him?
“Do it,” I encourage.
His finger comes down on my sensitive clit and rubs slow circles. My legs open wider, and my hips start to move of their own accord. I am hungry and almost know what to do, and I play into it.
He inches closer, and I suck in my breath in suspense.
His tip is in me now while he continues rubbing my clit, and I realize it’s a purposeful and pleasurable distraction as he slowly pushes into me.
I stiffen when I feel it.
Damn, that hurts.
I only feel sharp pain now, but when he slaps my clit, it pulls me from the other pain and sends a shock through me. My hands grip the bedding again, and he keeps on pushing. I feel a tear leave my eye under the silk blindfold and hope he doesn’t see it. But just as he fully seats himself inside me, his body comes closer, and his heavy breathing hits my ear.
“Cry for me,” he says in a husky voice. Then he moves very slowly, so slowly that the burn is almost painful, but his hand on my clit feels so good.
It’s like my body can’t decipher which one it wants to feel.
Pain.
Or pleasure.
And I wish it were only pleasure.
His hips move faster, but not so fast that it hurts worse, just faster than when he first entered me. I can’t say it’s amazing because the burn is real, but part of it does feel good. And the part where he went down on me that was definitely amazing.
My hips begin to match his rhythm. It’s not awkward but fluid, as if my body knows exactly what to do. His hands brush up my arms and bring them above my head, and the move feels oddly intimate. I can feel his breath on me and notice our pants are in unison as we ride each other in search of…
… bliss?
I feel another tear glide down my face, and I’m not sure if it’s from the pain anymore or something else.
I hear him grunt, and when he does, he pulls out of me. My legs snap closed, and I feel his loss straight away, my heart pounding from the exchange. I hear his footsteps as he walks away and then the sound of running water. I don’t move from the bed, unsure what to do next. Then I hear him come back, and something warm brushes between my legs, and I realize he’s cleaning me.
Once he’s done, I hear the door open and then close.
And I’m left lying on the bed.
Alone.
A few minutes later, a knock sounds.
I sit up and snap my legs closed. “Come in,” I call out.
I hear the creak of the door.
“You can take the blindfold off,” the woman says. I remove the silk as she steps closer, hands me a check, and smiles. “Pleasure doing business with you, Honey Ricci.” She smiles and leaves. I look down and see the sheet beneath me has blood stains. And the cloth that was used to clean me is on the floor, also smeared with blood.
It’s done.
I am no longer a virgin.
And I have no idea who I gave my virginity to.
CHAPTER 24
Honey
As I sit in my sister’s kitchen, Marco sits across from me, and Rya mediates between us. I can’t even meet his gaze. With everything that happened last night, this is a sudden, hard slap of reality. I was thinking clearly about my decision at the time, but even I admit that putting something in Marco’s drink might have been extreme.
That and I have a weird lump in my throat.
I still haven’t been able to process last night. I stayed awake for most of the night, my mind crossing wires on many possibilities of who the winning bidder could have been. Was it the famous judge? I mean, if it were him, he wasn’t bad to look at, so I suppose that’s okay. But what if it were someone I wouldn’t look at twice on the street?