Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
My new shoes lift off the ground and my body slams into his, knocking all the wind from my lungs. Stunned, I stare up into his furious face. There is a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw. His eyes are impenetrable as his head swoops down, and his lips crush mine in an angry kiss.
His mouth is hot and wild.
Intoxicated, I open my mouth and emit a low moan. His tongue forces its way in instantly. The kiss is my salvation and my torment. It’s more than anything I could have imagined. It’s magic; like when I sat on a hill right in the middle of a summer storm and saw lightning crash through the sky and felt it in my veins.
He draws my tongue into his mouth and sucks on it. I feel as if I’m floating on air. No matter what happens after this, I know I will carry the memory of this first kiss for the rest of my life. I will die with it still on my lips.
Like an addict, my arms reach up and tangle helplessly around his strong neck. I feel the hardness of his shaft press into my belly.
He pulls away. My head swims as I lean away to take in his face, contorted with lust, hunger, possession and feral ownership. We stare at each other, both of us breathing hard. For that time his mouth was on mine the world itself ceased to turn on its axis, or even exist. Never in a billion years did I expect it to be like this between us. It is absolutely, unquestionably awesome. Every fiber of my being just aches for him.
‘You wanted to see me lose control? Now you’ve seen it,’ he says tightly.
I shake my head. My anger in shreds. I have no words.
A bitter half-smile crosses his face. ‘Not a pretty picture, huh?’
I stare up at him with wide eyes, exploring and learning. There is so much to know and so little time. A deep angry flush colors his face and his eyes are molten with angry emotions, but it only makes him even more impossibly sexy and attractive. ‘You shouldn’t talk to me like that in front of people,’ I whisper.
His face is hard and unapologetic. ‘You shouldn’t disrespect me in front of my business associates.’
‘I didn’t.’
‘My world is a ruthless one, Dahlia. Let someone think you’re soft for a bit of pussy, and you’re signing your own death warrant.’
The thought makes my blood curdle. ‘I didn’t think of it like that.’
‘You have nothing to do with my businesses. The less you know the better. Don’t make yourself valuable to my enemies. I wouldn’t trade your innocent life for my worthless one.’
Still dazed, I nod. He called his life worthless!
‘Good,’ he says softly.
He walks me backwards in a hard, rough tango, and twirling me around, bends me face down on a sofa back. My elbows are pressed into the cushion of the seat and the hard wooden frame of the sofa digs into my midriff. I can smell the sprays the cleaners have used on the upholstery. He flips my dress over my back and I feel his eyes on my naked ass and splayed legs.
I hear him draw his breath in harshly. He lays his palm on one cheek and strokes it gently. God, I’m so wet. In the silence of the room I hear the sound of a zip tearing open in a hurry, and the whisper of his clothes being roughly pushed aside.
I shiver as he grasps my hair and pulls my head up. I pant as he leans down and drags his fiery mouth from the base of my ear all the way down to my collarbone. He even licks the pearl choker.
‘What does it feel like to be so beautiful, so fucking tempting that men are helpless to resist you?’ he mutters.
I don’t answer him and he yanks at my hair. ‘Tell me, my little cock tease, what does it feel like to swan around knowing your hot, little pussy is driving me crazy?’ he asks.
My mouth hangs open, my breaths come so fast and hard they sound louder than his voice. ‘I don’t believe for a minute that you are helpless to resist me,’ I pant.
‘No? Then tell me why I’ve been dying to lick your pussy all day.’
‘You have?’ I ask incredulously.
‘All fucking day.’ His hand pulls my zip down to my waist and slips into my dress to roll my nipple between his fingers. The sensation is immediate and electric.
He pinches my nipple. I whimper with the mixture of pain and pleasure and feel that undeniable aching, festering insistence between my legs. My thighs tremble with excitement and anticipation.
‘P … please,’ I groan, almost in tears with need. ‘Don’t tease me.’
‘Have you been thinking of my cock inside you, little fox? In your mouth, in your tight pussy and your hot ass.’