Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"No, I'm simply showing you what happens when people touch things that belong to me," I state, my voice firm. My words halt her steps, and she slowly turns around, looking at me with wide eyes. We stare at each other in silence before her eyes move to my hostage.
"Why do you have Brody tied up?"
"To teach him a lesson," I say with a shrug. Even after I'd originally punched him, he kept gravitating toward Morgan, touching her in ways he had no business doing. "I wonder how I should do that, though. Should I...take his entire hand? Or maybe a few fingers. That'll teach him not to touch things that don't belong to him."
His eyes widen at my words as Morgan gasps. "What? No!" she exclaims. I meet her gaze.
"Then how do you propose he's punished, then?" I ask with a raised brow.
She comes back over to me, her rosy cheeks turning a little bit more pink from both the alcohol in her system and the lust bouncing in her bright eyes. "Maybe...there's another way to punish him that'll teach him the lesson he needs to learn," she murmurs. She stands on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine, cautious at first as if she's expecting me to reject her. She tastes of cherry and tequila as her tongue finds its way into my mouth and a soft moan leaves her lips. Brody quickly falls from existence as I wrap my arms around her, walking her backward until she falls onto her back on the bed.
I look over at Brody. "Watch and learn, as this is the only time you'll learn this lesson," I warn. "Next time, I'll gouge your eyes out and cut both of your hands off if you touch her again."
"Enough with the villain monologues," Morgan says, pulling me closer to her. My fingers quickly unbutton her jean shorts and pull them down her legs as I kiss her long and deep, my cock already thickening in my jeans at the thought of being inside her again. I now realize how much I actually want her, that selfish part of me allowing myself to fall deeper into her web, knowing that it's dangerous.
She's already so slick between her legs, her panties wet and molding themselves onto her skin. I lick my lips as I peel them off her and pull them down her legs. "It's a shame you can't see how wet she is for me," I say to Brody before leaning forward to use the tip of my tongue to part Morgan's wet lips. "Or to be able to taste how sweet she is."
Morgan's fingers find their way into my hair as her moans fill the room. Deep groans escape my throat as I lick and suck her clit, her moans sending goose bumps along my skin. She's so sweet, her flavor exploding on my tastebuds and embedding itself into my senses. Her slick walls clamp around my fingers when I slid them inside her, my cock throbbing in anticipation of having that same tightness squeezing my cock. It's obvious that I can't stay away from her even if I know I have to. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know I can't keep fighting the connection we already have. Our relationship status is a problem for another day; right now is all about staking my claim so that no other bastard will think she's available for them to touch.
"Trent, I need you," she moans. I look up at her with heated eyes, latching onto her clit and sucking with light pressure until she's bucking against my face. "Oh my god, yes!"
Her orgasmic moan explodes like a clap of thunder and falls back down like glitter, my name a whispered chant as I catch every drop of her arousal on my tongue. I kiss my way back up her body before slipping my tongue into her mouth for her to taste herself on my lips. Brody becomes an afterthought as her hands frantically work to unfasten my belt and the button on my jeans before I push my pants and boxers down my legs. Nothing else matters at this moment but the two of us.
"Show me that I'm yours," she whispers as big blue eyes look up at me. There's a hint of something unfamiliar in her eyes, almost as if she needs this as much as I need to be able to show Brody that she belongs to me. After our last couple of interactions, I can see her hesitation. I haven't been fair in the way that I've been blowing off our connection and everything we've done together. I'm the main reason she ended up at this party tonight, as she only wanted to party to be able to stop thinking about me.