Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He grinned, showing his natural charm. “Too old.”
I hadn’t lifted my body from the wall. So far, I’d managed to get him to stay with just my words. But eventually, he would walk away, and words wouldn’t be enough to keep him close. “And how old is too old?”
He came closer to me, his shoulder making contact with the wall. His voice lowered to a whisper. “Twenty-five.”
That meant he was seven years older than me. He had seven more years of experience, seven more years of women in his bed.
And I hadn’t taken anyone to bed.
He watched my reaction. “Like I said, too old.” He turned away, dismissing our conversation for good.
I would leave for university in Milan in a few months, so I suspected I would never see this man again. I was a new adult who was flooded with hormones, and I wanted a real kiss, a real experience that would make me feel like a woman. This man was the first one who turned me on, who made me want to take off my clothes and get rid of my virginity. But he wouldn’t be around for that.
So I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into me. Knowing this could never be more, that this could never be anything but a secret, I put myself on the line and dug my fingers into his hair as I kissed him.
Instead of pulling away, he kissed me back. He smiled slightly against my mouth as he pressed me farther into the wall, his hard body so strong against my softness. “Alright, baby. Just one.” His hand slid into the back of my hair, and he angled my head up so he could kiss me hard. His warm breath filled my mouth, and the hard outline of his dick pressed right into my stomach. He gave me his tongue, gave me his passion.
I took it all. My hands snaked up his back, and I held him close to me, wanting to feel something real instead of the stagnant fakeness my family exuded. I didn’t have the perfect family like everyone believed. My parents didn’t love each other. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if they even loved me.
But this was real.
It was wrong, so wrong, that Hades could be shot if he got caught pressed up against me, but he kissed me like he didn’t have a care in the world. With his back turned to everything else but us, he grabbed my thigh and wrapped it around his hips, thrusting his package into the perfect spot between my legs.
Oh yes…
He stopped our kiss so he could watch my reaction, see the way I responded to the friction.
I liked it…a lot. “Ooh…”
His hand remained fisted in my hair. “Has a man ever made you come, baby?”
I was so embarrassed that I wanted to lie, but when I looked into those brown eyes, I knew I had to say nothing but the truth. “No…”
His lips moved to mine again, and he kissed me slowly, grinding up against me in the nighttime air. I could feel the wetness in my panties, and he could probably feel them against his slacks at that point. Every kiss was dynamite. Every kiss was fire. I’d never been kissed so good, never had my toes curl so hard. Was this what it always felt like? Was this the kind of heat every couple felt?
He ground harder and harder, my dress sliding up farther as he rubbed into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth then gave me another thrust.
A thrust that made me so white-hot, I thought someone had set me on fire. Whimpers escaped my lips, and I wanted to scream until my lungs gave out.
He kept his mouth over mine and muffled the noise, letting me finish my climax without fear.
It was so good.
Euphoric.
God, I wanted to do that again.
He kissed me a few more times before he pulled away, slightly out of breath with tousled hair. He kept his face close to mine, his breathing deep and quiet. “You’re a virgin.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, as if he already knew the answer without asking.
I didn’t correct him.
“Can I give you some advice?”
I gave a slight nod.
“In a few years, every man in the world is going to chase you. But most men are assholes. Most men will treat you like garbage and throw you away. Don’t let them. Don’t waste your time on someone who doesn’t deserve you. You’re a beautiful woman with a powerful surname. Don’t be one of those girls who lets losers fuck her. Be that woman who only lets a king fuck her.”
“Are you a king?” I blurted, my words coming out as a whisper.
His eyes shifted back and forth as he held on to my gaze. “I am the king.”