Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“She won’t be feeling what you’re feeling. Not yet.” His voice brings my focus back to him. I stare at his face as I try to comprehend his words.
“Why?” is all I manage to get out. He takes a deep breath, looking at the wall then back at me before he replies.
“She’s not in heat yet.”
“Heat?” I tilt my head in confusion. He just nods his head, maintaining eye contact. My eyes widen in shock and outrage. “Like a dog!” He grimaces and then a low growl barrels from his chest.
Grace
My knees go weak as I feel an invisible force overwhelm my body, wanting me to bow to him. To lower my head to the ground and expose my neck. I drop my stare and fall to my knees, but I don’t bow. I won’t. The pull is so strong that it makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I refuse it, fighting it with everything in me.
“What is it with you and dogs?” He practically sneers the words. “Do you not like them?”
I shake my head, my eyes focused on his shoes.
“Speak!” I jolt at his command and a fresh stream of hot tears runs down my cheeks.
“No,” I say and a shaky breath leaves me as I add, “I love dogs.” I gasp for air and finally give in, bowing to him. My cheek rests against the floor with my forearms braced on either side of my head.
He immediately lifts me up and pulls me into his chest.
“You don’t need to bow to me, Grace. Not ever. Please don’t.” I sob against him, clinging to his powerful body as his hand cradles my head. Desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I move my hand under his shirt and up his back. I don’t know why I need it, but I do.
Whatever’s happening to me, I hate it. Make it stop.
“I don’t mean to get angry,” he says and his tone is gentle, but that doesn’t take away a damn thing I currently feel. The belittling and weakness especially. I hate it all. “I don’t like that you compare yourself to a dog.” His free hand caresses up and down my back soothingly. He kisses my hair and I melt at his touch. I concentrate on taking deep breaths as he speaks, but at least my sobs have stopped.
“It’s your cycle. You’re ovulating. That’s why you feel like this.” I feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks and I push my body against it, loving the way the vibration feels on my skin. This is nothing like anything I’ve ever experienced. The need to brush my body against his is nearly intolerable. My entire being is pulsing with a desire to touch him and be touched by him.
I lick my lips and stare at his neck. There’s dark stubble all the way down to his Adam’s apple. I have the sudden urge to nip at his throat. I stir, trying to alleviate some of the hot ache between my legs and that’s when I realize I can feel his stiffness against my thigh. He’s huge. The image of him fucking me on his desk, riding me hard, comes to mind. I moan. Yes, I want him to ride me hard. I give in to the temptation and leave a hot, open-mouth kiss on his throat. My teeth pinch his skin and I pull back before letting go, knowing I’ll leave a mark. Devin groans as I lean back to admire my handiwork. My chest rises and falls as I breathe heavily.
“Fuck, Grace, I’m trying to be good for you,” he says as my gaze searches his face. His eyes are closed and his head is tipped back while his mouth is parted. It’s so fucking sexy. I part my legs to straddle him. The move makes my hard clit throb. Resting my elbows on his shoulders, I spear my fingers through his messy hair before jerking his head to the side to bite his neck again. The move makes his dick twitch and it hits my sensitive clit. I let out a moan against his throat.
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for. All I know is that I need him. He can make this right.
“You want me to fuck you, Grace?” He breathes his words although they come out as a statement and not a question. I nod and faster than I can perceive, he’s already moving. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he lifts me up quickly, throwing my body onto the desk so that I land on my back with my legs spread wide.
“I told you to speak when I ask you a question.” His tone is laced with danger as he takes a step back and backhands my clit through my jeans. Fuck! A fire ignites so hot in my core that my head thrashes and my limbs shake from the intensity. Yes!