Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“You really like my plain panties?” Like is an understatement.
“There is nothing plain when it comes to you, Riley.” Fuck, she’s so damn pretty. Her features remind me of a porcelain doll. Delicate and small. Her cheeks are full, and she has a small button nose. "What else confuses you, Riley? Because I want to be really fucking clear. This shit is new to me. I’m trying to figure it out the best I can as I go.”
“What’s new to you?” Riley's teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“Whatever this is.”
“Ah.” She scoffs. “And that’s what I mean.”
“You’re mine. That’s it. Call it whatever. Sal doesn’t get you, that shithead Brent doesn’t get you.” I cup her pussy in my hand. “No one but me gets you.” Her mouth opens and then closes. Fuck, I want to kiss her so badly that it hurts, but I also want to address whatever it is that's causing her to pull away from me. “Anything else you’re confused about?”
“I don’t like Sal that way.” She has already told me that.
“Apparently I have jealousy issues when it comes to you. You’ll have to learn to deal with it.” I shrug. I don’t see that shit changing. I could lie and say I’ll try, but I know that is a battle that I’ll fail. Only a dumbass enters a battle they know they’re going to lose.
“To deal with it?” Her nose scrunches. “That’s rich coming from you.” Riley folds her arms over her chest. She does that when she's about to shut me out. That’s not happening tonight.
“Riley.” I try to soften my tone, but I’m on edge at this point. It’s not helping that I still have my hand over her pussy. I want to slide her panties to the side and thrust a finger into her cunt. Find out how tight she is. “I told you. This is new to me. I’ve never been in a relationship.”
“I haven’t either,” she huffs. Yeah, her father and brother kept her locked away from other men. I want to both thank them and kill them. Thankfully, they’re six feet under. “But is this a relationship?” She motions with her hand between us.
“You can call it whatever the hell you want.” I don’t give a shit. I already made it clear to her that she’s mine.
“What about you? You’re always going out late. Hanging out at the clubs. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“I’m working.” It’s more than that. “I try to keep busy, Riley. You’re too damn tempting.”
“I’m tempting?” She ducks her head shyly. Riley really has no clue how alluring she is. Hell, that’s only a part of what attracts me to her. She doesn’t have to try. It’s simply her. “I see the girls at the club, Nikolai.”
“Hey.” I take her chin in my hand to make her meet my eyes. “You think I’ve been out with other women?” Why the fuck hasn’t that dawned on me? I don’t need her to answer. I can see it in her eyes. “I promise you, Riley, I haven’t. That’s not the type of man I am.”
“Really?” There is no one but her. With how I grew up with my mother, sex was always something I despised. I detested her dragging me to work with her, and I harbored a deep-seated animosity toward the men who frequented the whorehouses. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never turn into one of them.
“I won’t lie to you. That’s why sometimes I dodge your questions. I didn’t want you to know I work late so that I’m not sneaking into your room at night. Doing things I shouldn’t be.” I don’t add in the part where I think she’s too good for me. That I tried for the longest time not to soil her with my bullshit but I lost that battle.
“Nikolai!” She gasps, but a smile lights up her face. “I like waking up with you. I just didn’t like that you kind of humped me and then took off.”
“It was leave or fuck you.” Her eyes widen. I wince. I shouldn’t be so crude.
“Oh,” Riley says, licking her lips. “So it’s not just like, ah.” She stumbles over her words. “Sex?” I pull my hand out from between her thighs.
“Come here.” I hate that I made her feel like that. It’s the exact opposite of what I wanted. I don’t wait for her to move. I grab her, pulling her into my lap. Her shirt rides up her thighs. Yep, there are those fucking white panties. Riley places her hands on my shoulders. “My mother was a sex worker. I hated it. All of it. The men, the strange places, and the sounds. All of it disgusted me. Even now, when I’ve had to do a pickup or meet at a strip club, it takes me back to being a little boy. I fight not to be physically ill.”