Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I raised my chin.
“I thought this meeting was with your father,” he said with a smirk that would’ve made Lestat blush. “You’re the one he sends to do his dirty work?”
Motherfucker. He didn’t even need to emphasize the word dirty for the innuendo to roll off his tongue. He knew exactly why I was there.
“If you’d prefer to marry him, I’d be happy to retrieve him for you.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Seduce him, Juliet. Don’t be a bitch to him.
Even his laughter sounded predatory, low and rumbling, somewhere between a warning and an invitation. “Based on your little performance in the boathouse, marriage isn’t what you want.” I opened my mouth to deny it, desperate for that not to get back to my father, but he cut me off. “Don’t bullshit me, Juliet. Why are you doing this?”
I blinked. “Because my father told me to.”
He stalked closer, placing a hand on each side of the bar next to my shoulders, effectively trapping me there. “Do you always do as you’re told?”
My heart thundered at his closeness. This wasn’t polite or proper, but instead of wanting to push him away, I wanted to pull him closer, to feel the hard planes I knew were hidden beneath his perfectly tailored tux.
I managed to keep my voice steady and aloof. “Not always. As you witnessed earlier.” I pressed my lips together, frustrated he’d seen me so vulnerable. “But most of the time.”
He leaned closer, almost letting our bodies touch. “What about when you belong to another man? Will you still be obedient to your father then?”
I had to pause. Some naive part of my brain had assumed my father’s interests would always align with my future husband’s, so it wasn’t something I’d ever considered before.
I looked up at him from under my lashes. “That’s a complicated question. I’ll still be loyal to my father. Not obedient.”
He smiled, and I felt it low in my stomach. I was hot and wet and desperate for what he promised with that smile...and it scared me. This was a man I could lose control with.
I swore he could see the fears swimming in my eyes, and it brought out the predator in him.
“If you belonged to me, would you be obedient?” He ran a thumb along my bottom lip, like he already owned me, and it sent delighted chills skittering down my spine.
I was shaking, but I felt alive and molten. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone in my life, and it had nothing to do with my father’s expectations.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He pulled me away from the bar and turned me around, placing my hands where his had been. When he ground his hips against my ass, I knew he wanted this as badly as I did, and that only made me wetter. What would it be like to make a man like him lose control?
He wrapped my hair around his hand and lifted it to brush possessive, searing kisses along the nape of my neck as his other hand pulled my skirts up. His rough palm skated over my thigh, and he pressed me back harder against his arousal.
Touch me. Oh god, yes…more.
I didn’t say it, but he could feel my trembling thighs and panting breaths, the way I parted my legs wider, begging for it. I’d never let anyone touch me like this before, and suddenly I was desperate to know what came next.
I gasped when his fingers slid over the satin of my panties. I didn’t want the smug bastard to feel how soaked they were, but I needed him to touch me more than I wanted to hide the effect he had on me. He teased his fingers under the side of the fabric, sliding up and down without touching me where I needed him. I whimpered and rolled my hips, coaxing him to give it to me.
“You really want this…” It wasn’t a question, not quite, but there was surprise in his gruff tone like I’d done something unexpected.
“Please…”
He stopped moving. “Would you still want this if your father hadn’t sent you to charm me?”
How did he know the word my father had used?
I panted, trying to think clearly. I reached for some kind of answer that made me sound less pathetic, but all I could come up with was the truth. “I wanted this in the boathouse before I knew who you were.”
Like that was all the answer he needed, he tugged my panties to the floor in one swift movement, letting me step out of them before his fingers returned and he gave me what I craved. He pressed and rolled in clever controlled movements, swiftly bringing me close to release. I moaned and writhed, simultaneously reveling in the sensation and yearning for something more.
He growled against my ear, “Would you let me sink into this tight pussy right here?”