Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
She places her drink and food on the side table before sweeping her hand down to indicate her nakedness.
“Is this enough for payment?”
I swallow a lump threatening to form as she takes a seat, immediately pulling her legs up and letting them splay open.
She’s red and swollen as if she’s been touching herself while I was gone. It both turns me on and angers me that I might have missed watching her.
“Or do you require this for payment?”
Her fingers sweep down her stomach. I swear I open my mouth to tell her she doesn’t owe me a damn thing, but no sound comes out. It’s not that I feel like she should pay to eat. Despite telling her she had to, I don’t think I would’ve denied her if she flat out refused.
Her eyes sparkle with mirth as her fingers travel lower, and I swear to fucking God, I can feel her skin on the tips of my own fingers even though I’m several feet away.
“Mads,” I warn as she begins to tease her clit with one finger, my teeth scraping over my lower lip.
My cock strains in my jeans, but I don’t reach for the damn thing.
Her lips part, her breaths coming out in short bursts, her body twitching occasionally when she touches herself in the most perfect way.
Before I know it, I’m standing so close, the warmth of her body can be felt through my clothes.
She’s naked, open, so damn pink and slick, my mouth waters to taste her for a second time.
“Is this payment enough?” she asks, reaching up and swiping her arousal-drenched fingers across my lips.
I lick at them immediately, instinct taking over more than anything.
I could blame curiosity for letting her dictate what happens, but I know better. I know it’s some form of addiction that allows her to reach up and pull me closer.
“Sit,” she whispers, her breath on my cheeks. Like a fully trained puppy, I obey.
I keep my hands at my sides as she shifts to straddle me. I don’t know if it’s inexperience or her own fear keeping her lower half three frustratingly huge inches away from my cock, but she maintains it. Maybe she’s trying to tempt me, trying to force me to act, but I’ve already given in too much to give her everything she wants.
“Mads,” I say again, my hands clenching into fists in an effort to resist touching her.
“Hollis,” she whispers, my name carrying a mocking edge to it that should bother the shit out of me.
If it’s her intention to annoy me, she’s losing. I swear on everything holy, if she rolls her hips even the slightest amount, I’ll shoot off in my fucking jeans without being touched just like that day in the bathroom.
“Is this enough?” she asks, her words growing breathier as she presses her perfect fucking tits to my chest before standing on the couch in front of me. “How about this? Does this pay for my lunch?”
I’m supposed to be the one in control. She should fear me, but her taunting and teasing, the way she has her pussy two inches from my mouth, make it very clear who’s in control of the situation.
When she lifts her leg, her right knee on my shoulder, I’m certain she’s going to put me out of my misery, but then the bitch grabs me by the hair, the sting of it not only making my cock harder but it turns me into a feral fucking monster.
“What about this?” she taunts with my face buried in her hot cunt.
It’s impossible not to taste her, so I don’t waste a second trying to resist. I lick at her, breathing the scent of her into my body, no longer able to leave my hands at my sides.
I’m ravenous, my tongue swiping at every available part of her.
I don’t know how long she’s laughing before the sound meets my ears, but the sound grates on my nerves once I’m aware of it. Although interrupted with moans of pleasure, it sounds mocking and contemptuous, as if she’s been playing me this entire time, and I’ve fallen for every trick.
I imagine every word from her fucking mouth has been a lie. That she had more power over the Severino brothers than they ever had over her. The tales about her father, her brother, her mother… all fucking lies. She used Ellie’s memory to get under my skin. She used the torture and death of an innocent girl to make me feel sorry for her.
Everyone is capable of manipulation, but not many are able to get the upper hand over me.
Nothing matters to me except setting things right.
I growl my rage at falling for her shit, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her down.
Her eyes widen as if she couldn’t believe I’d finally figured her out.