Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
She wasn’t wearing a bra. With each step she took, her full tits bounced to the movement.
He expected her to take a seat, but instead, she stepped right in front of him. She placed a hand on his thigh, leaned over him, and then took his drink from him.
“That’s enough,” she said.
Evil didn’t fight her taking the drink, but as she stepped away, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ve taken my whiskey from me, and might I point out, it is damn good whiskey. What are you going to give me in return?”
“Your liver.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
She was so close. Of course, it was because he’d forced her to be this close, and all he wanted to do was kiss her. To smash his lips right against hers, to deepen a kiss that wasn’t even happening.
“My liver and I are good with drinking,” he said.
“You don’t need to drink,” she said. “Talk to me.”
She didn’t pull away, and he hadn’t let her go.
The bruising had really come out in the last few hours. He hadn’t gotten a doctor to help her. Noelle had demanded that he help her. So, he’d taken care of her cuts. There was nothing he could do for the bruises.
“Those men died too peacefully,” he said. “Is that what you want to hear?”
She sighed. “If that’s what you need to say.”
He let her go, and Noelle didn’t go far. She sank to her knees, running her hands up his thighs, and then back down again. His dick was already hard before she came into the room, and now with her this close, touching him, it wasn’t helping.
Staring into her blue eyes, he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away. Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. She didn’t pull away.
“Noelle, I want to fuck you,” he said.
“I know.”
“Then you need to get up and go back to your room before I do something you’re not going to like.”
She kept her hands on his thighs.
He stared at her and waited. She lifted up, and he watched her as she came in close. He felt her as she put one knee on either side of his legs, straddling him.
“Tell me what you want, Evil.”
He put his hands on her ass and drew her down so that she rode against his cock. “I want you, Noelle.”
“Then have me. You can take me. All you’ve got to do is take and claim. I’m all of yours for the taking. Just have me.”
He ran his hands up her back, and as they pressed their lips together, Evil felt something wet against his thigh, and he suddenly jerked awake. He’d spilled his drink on his thigh.
It had been a dream.
Glancing around the room, there was no sign of Noelle. No lingering scent of her around. He’d fallen asleep, and like so many nights before, his dreams had been filled with Noelle.
His woman.
Running a hand down his face, he got to his feet and checked the chair. There had only been a tiny shot of whiskey left in the glass. It had seeped into his pants, but nowhere else.
He needed to get his shit together. Dreaming of kissing, touching, and being close to fucking his woman was starting to wear thin.
After grabbing the glass, he made his way toward the kitchen, placed it in the sink, then headed up to bed. His bedroom was right next to Noelle’s. He put his hand flat on the door, wanting to go in, but if he did, he wouldn’t be able to curb his need.
His obsession was only getting worse.
****
One week later
Evil refused to leave his country home.
Noelle wasn’t even allowed to go walking in his gardens. It sucked. The bruising had all come out and was now slowly fading. The pain was gone, apart from her split lip, but that was easily dealt with.
What she hated was not being able to do anything. There was no long list of jobs for her. Nothing for her to do but sit and wait. She didn’t like not doing anything. Sitting around with nothing to do sucked.
This was boredom on a whole new level. What made it worse was that Evil didn’t stick around. He had a business to run, multiple businesses, so he was often gone during the day, and then home at night. They shared dinner together.
He left guards around his home. They were the ones who kept her inside. And she was growing tired of being kept under lock and key.
This wasn’t what she signed on for.
She stood at the back French doors. The sun was shining down. It had been raining for days, and now it was sunny. She wanted to feel the sun on her face.