Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She opens her mouth and then snaps it closed again without saying anything, an adorable blush staining her cheeks. But she seems less nervous suddenly.
"I still think you're lying about the cabin," she finally mutters, looking up at me through her lashes.
"I can go get you the paperwork," I offer, hoping it'll ease her mind. I need her trust. The fact that I don't have it already has me ready to start breaking shit.
Her eyes widen at the proposition, fear, and curiosity warring for dominion. Surprisingly, indignation wins out.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" The words tumble out of her mouth in a breathy whisper that's too fucking cute for words.
I chuckle, unable to help myself. She's a prickly little thing, but she's captivating as hell as she tries to regain control and draw some semblance of armor around herself.
"That wasn't an invitation for you to go with me, pretty angel. I'm perfectly content with you right here in our room."
"But we're not… we aren't…" she stammers, struggling for words.
I fight a grin, amused at how fucking sweet she is. Jesus Christ. I can't wait until she's mine. "We aren't what?"
"Nothing," she finally mutters, giving up with a little bounce of her shoulders that makes her tits jiggle. "Please get the paperwork."
Nodding, I head outside to fetch it from my truck and give her a moment to herself.
The cool night air is a welcome distraction. But as soon as the door closes behind me, however, a pit of anxiety opens in my stomach.
She's too far away. I don't like it.
Jesus. I've always prided myself on being a man of control, but right now, I'm not sure I have any. The way I feel about her is overwhelmingly powerful. Terrifyingly so. I feel obsession clawing through my guts, roiling like a thing alive.
The scent of pine and moss calms my racing thoughts. But my heart still thuds wildly against my ribcage, anticipation like a fucking drumbeat pounding through me.
Yanking open the glove box, I pull out the pile of paperwork detailing every nitty-gritty aspect of the cabin's purchase. It's all there—everything from square footage to property taxes—ready to convince my little angel that this isn't just some twisted game. I'm not lying to her. I wouldn't dream of doing that.
I jog back up the steps, half expecting to find that she's locked and barricaded the door against me. Instead, I find her tucked into the corner of the couch, the bright overhead lights showing even more of her delectable body beneath that nightie as she wrings her hands together.
"Here." I keep enough distance between us to prevent her from feeling crowded as I hold the paperwork out toward her. "Proof of ownership as requested."
She accepts the stack of papers cautiously, her eyes locked with mine before they drop to skim the documents.
"Your name is Carver Landon?" she asks after a moment.
"It is." I drag my wallet out of my pocket, showing her my ID.
She looks it over with her bottom lip lodged between her teeth and then nods before glancing back down at the paperwork.
"I still don't know your name, little angel."
"Lena," she whispers. "Lena Burke." She flips to the next page and reads silently for a minute before her face falls. She sets the paperwork aside with a heavy sigh, glancing up at me.
My heart clenches at the sight of the tears swimming in her eyes. No. Fuck. I made her cry.
"I owe you an apology," she says softly, her bottom lip wobbling. "This is your cabin, and I shouldn't be here."
"You can stay," I rasp, rubbing my palm over my heart. Christ, the sight of her so sad is wrecking me. I don't fucking like it. At all.
"I can't," she protests.
"You can," I insist. "It's late. We'll figure it out in the morning. Stay."
She hesitates, clearly torn, as I practically shout the last word at her.
"You're staying, Lena," I growl, authority ringing in my tone as I hold her gaze. "It's late. It's dark. You aren't going down the mountain by yourself."
"Y-yes, sir," she whispers, looking up at me through her eyelashes, all shy and sweet. Innocent.
My goddamn cock throbs, and I snap.
I can't take it anymore.
I bolt for the bathroom before I do something I can't take back—like drag her to the floor and fuck my kid into her belly while she screams for Daddy.
I'm barely through the door before I undo my belt buckle, yanking down my pants as I grasp my cock. An image of her on her knees, that curvy ass raised, those innocent green eyes looking up at me while she pleads with me to fill her, floods my mind.
Please, Daddy. Please put your baby in me. I need it.
A jolt of pleasure rips through me, and I groan.
I lean against the cool tile of the bathroom wall as I jerk myself off, each rough stroke of my hand driven by the sound of Lena's name pounding in my head like a heartbeat.