Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
I straddle her waist, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I stare down at her. “Got yourself in a pickle, haven’t you, Miss Robbins?”
Her hips buck in a pathetic attempt to dislodge me.
“Now, what will I do with you?” I ponder, my eyes traveling to the V of her silk blouse. “Rip your clothes off and ravage you?”
“Try it,” she growls, so cute and kitten-like, her defiance an act.
“Maybe pull my cock out and stuff it in your mouth,” I muse, that idea appealing to me. Her eyes flare, and I know she likes it, too.
“Or,” I drawl as if struck by an idea I need to turn over a few times in my head. “I could rip these pretty and expensive clothes off you, turn you over on your hands and knees, and eat your pussy from behind. Then fuck you savagely while I spank your ass red for even thinking about fighting me.”
There is no fight in her expression after that. Her face goes slack, eyes go dreamy, and she replies in a breathy voice. “Yes, please. I’ll take that option.”
I can’t help but laugh, letting out the burst of joyful humor she instilled in me, a feat few have accomplished.
Dipping my head, I take in her flushed cheeks and expectations. She not only wants me, but she also needs me in this moment. Needs what I suggested. For the first time I can remember in the presence of a woman, I like the feeling of being needed.
Releasing her hands, I glide my fingers down her arms, across her collarbone, and to the edges of her silk blouse hiding pure beauty underneath. I grip the sides of the delicate material, then I rip her shirt open with a loud noise.
Bailey gasps and arches. I stare greedily at her breasts, which are hidden behind an expensive lace bra I bought for her weeks ago. I decide I can rip that, too, since we’ll make a trip to La Perla tomorrow to replenish.
CHAPTER 18
Bailey
“Close your mouth before a fly lands in it,” Declan teases as the car we’re in pulls up to what has to be the most incredibly opulent home I’ve ever seen. The fact it’s in the thick of the city is mind-boggling.
Declan had told me his parents lived in Lincoln Park, but it meant nothing to me. I assumed in a city of tight spaces and high-rise buildings, they’d live in a penthouse apartment or something.
I was not prepared for the mansion set on a sprawling piece of property that Declan informed me was actually eight city lots.
At my audible gasp over the sheer size of it, Declan informs me, “It’s almost 25,000 square feet in size.”
“And you grew up here?” I ask in wonderment, as I take in the white stone edifice, three stories tall with arched windows and balconies.
“Actually, no. Although the mansion I grew up in was equally as ostentatious, but only about twenty thousand square feet. Why my parents felt the need to expand after the kids left is lost on a lot of people, but if you knew how my mother loves to throw a party, you’d understand the need to upgrade.”
“It’s almost…” I reply as the driver opens the back door for us to step out, but I lose my words. There’s no way to describe it.
“Obscene is probably the word you’re looking for,” Declan says dryly as he steps out, then turns to hold a hand out to me.
It’s a gallant maneuver, and not one he would make if we weren’t intimate with each other. I know this for a fact.
But something changed last night when he pushed me not so gently over the line we’d set in place agreeing to only have sex in The Wicked Horse. Like literally pushed me onto my hands and knees, proceeding to dominate me in the best of ways. I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life last night. I imagine it had something to do with us both holding back a little until then.
Which is odd, given our sexual escapades were all conducted in a club that encourages people to push themselves to the limits of their sexual existences. Within The Wicked Horse, we technically shouldn’t be leaving anything on the table.
Clearly, we both had been.
Last night with Declan had been intimate. Yes, it was hard, fast fucking with filthy words, slaps to my ass, and domineering ways, but… I felt closer to him when it was all said and done, which was something I hadn’t felt before.
To complicate matters, there was no pushing me out of his bed when we were done. He actually rolled off the mattress, left the room, and returned with bottles of iced water for us. We talked for a while—mainly about what I’d heard at the board meeting—and then we had sex again. This time, he’d pulled me on top of him and made me ride him until we both achieved that miraculous high of simultaneous orgasms. After which, we collapsed next to each other. In the quiet moments after when our pulses and breathing returned to normal, I had fallen asleep.