Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“You did before. What makes you think I’m any different?”
“Because, even though I loved Bev, she never truly entrenched herself in my heart. I knew from the outset she wasn’t the woman for me. I wanted to believe her lies because I think I missed that closeness a man can only have with his family. I wanted that so much, I compromised myself.”
“And your club?”
He nodded. “And my club.” Again, he slid out of me, then back in. He watched me carefully, never taking his eyes from me. Not letting me look away from him. “The thing is, Bev didn’t care. She had a goal, and it had nothing to do with me. You said from the very beginning you wanted to be the woman I needed. You wanted to make me happy. And you’ve done everything you can to accomplish that. You’ve done everything I’ve asked you to. You didn’t question me, even when I hurt you. You should have, Hope. No one, not even me, gets to hurt you like I did and not answer for it.”
“You’re confusing me! I can’t think like this!” I was becoming more than a little desperate. My hips bucked to his, my body needing more than he was giving. I needed him to move faster. “Oh, my God, Max! What’s happening to me?”
I gasped in a breath as he shifted his position a fraction, putting more friction on my clit. As I looked up into his eyes, he seemed so calm. So centered when I was a chaotic, emotional mess. When he stroked inside me this time, shockwaves shot through me in an explosive storm. I screamed before I realized I was going to scream. My fingers gripped his biceps, digging in as deep as I could to hold on to him. The need to anchor myself was an instinct I couldn’t deny. I felt like I was flying off into space, my body fragmenting into a million pieces.
“That’s it, my beautiful Hope. Let it come. Let me have you.”
“Please, Max! Oh, God! Please!” I had no idea what I was begging for. Good thing he seemed to. Warlock quickened his pace, thrusting with ever-increasing strokes. Sweat slickened his skin, and his features hardened as he rode me. Harder and harder he moved. There was no longer any pain. Only an almost unbearable pleasure that didn’t seem to have an end.
“That’s it, Hope. Come again for me. Come on my fuckin’ cock!” His voice was husky, sexy. His body gliding against mine was the most erotic sensation. He seemed to be holding onto his control by a thread. I had no control.
When Warlock told me to come, I was helpless to do anything but obey him. My body seized, my muscles tightening to the point of pain. When my orgasm exploded through me once more, the edges of my vision began to darken, and pinpricks of light filled the blackening field. I could see nothing but Warlock’s fierce expression, then the shock as my pussy clamped down around him. With his own war bellow to the ceiling, Warlock let himself go. He buried himself deep inside me, and I felt his seed fill me, hot and soothing. Something settled inside me. It was as if I’d waited my whole life for this moment. This man. For the first time in my life, I felt like all might not be well, but it could get there with some work. If he gave me the chance, I could prove to him we belonged together. This was where I wanted to be. With Warlock. With Maximilian Wagner. I was…
Home.
Chapter Seven
Warlock
Never in my life had I felt such peace than the moment when I emptied myself inside Hope. This was my woman. The one person in the whole world I knew could heal my battered soul. The worry I’d once had that she’d somehow betray me now seemed foolish. Hope wasn’t that kind of woman. She wanted permanent personal attachments too much for that. When she made a friend, when she took a lover, she was all in. She’d be loyal, no matter what, because the relationship meant that much to her. Now, she was mine.
As I floated back down to earth, I realized I’d wrapped my arms around Hope tightly. I was also still on top of her, likely smothering or mashing her.
“Fuck.” I loosened my grip and rolled us over. She whimpered and clung to me, keeping her hip over mine so my cock was still inside her. “You good? Did I hurt you?” She shook her head but didn’t say anything. “Hope, look at me. Let me see your beautiful eyes.” I brushed her cheek lightly with my thumb until she looked up at me. “There’s my girl. Do you hurt? Do I need to put you in the bath to soak?” Again, she shook her head, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. “I need words, Hope.” I brushed away one tear gently with my fingertip. It had collected in the corner of her eye next to her nose, preparing to drip off the side.