Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I’ve never even seen a bed or a room like this.
“This is beautiful,” I barely whisper, my jaw dropped as I take in the incredible space and the amazing views.
Jagger smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners in this way that I suddenly find so sexy.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Where’s your room?”
My mouth snaps shut the second I say it, feeling like an idiot — feeling ashamed at letting the forbidden desires peek to the surface like that.
But Jagger just smiles.
“My room?” His eyes narrow on me, and he steps closer. I whimper as his huge arms circle me, his powerful hands drawing me close to him until I’m flush against his body. Heat spikes through me, the feel of his rock-hard muscles and warm skin tight against me, sends wicked, heated thoughts through me.
“You’re standing in it, angel.”
He leans down, and before I know it, his lips are searing to mine.
And I’m lost.
The kiss is soft at first — slow, until he pulls me tighter, his lips devouring mine. It becomes more and more demanding, until he’s forcing my lips open with his tongue. He growls into my mouth, his tongue finding mine and teasing it, swallowing the whimper that tumbles from my throat
I’ve never kissed like this.
My mouth opens as his tongue slips into it. He kisses me deeply, tasting me until I’m panting for breath and longing for more. He moves into me, half carrying me, half pushing me back towards the glass until my back is against it. I gasp, and he only groans deeper as he kisses me harder, his hands on my hips pinning me to the glass as he covers me with his body.
Slowly, he pulls away from my bruised, swollen lips and lets those dark eyes of his captivate my baby blues.
“Turn around, angel,” he whispers roughly. “Turn around, put your hands on the glass.”
“Why,” I whisper.
“Because,” he growls. “Because I’m not waiting another second to taste the sweet, sticky honey I know you’ve got between your thighs.”
4
Skye
Before, I’d do things out of fear. I’d clean, or run errands, or do laundry even when I didn’t want to because I was scared. When Jagger tells me to turn around and put my hands on the glass, I do what he says because I want to. Because somehow, this man has stirred something in me — and it’s something fierce, and something hungry.
My body trembles, the filthy thoughts of letting the dark, tortured, wicked man — the man who runs a criminal empire that stretches across half of the country and the man who won me in a bet do what he wants with me.
Except, it's not fantasy right now, and I’ve never been more excited.
I feel his huge hands on my waist, sliding down over my hips. He trails a single finger over the curve of my ass, making me arch my back into him as I bite my bottom lip. My fingers claw at the cool glass as his body presses hotly behind me.
His hands move lower down my thighs, bunching the fabric of my sundress and pulling it up. Part of me knows I should stop him — tell him no, that I’m too young, too inexperienced. But I’m eighteen after all. An adult. And something about Jagger makes me think he’s fully aware of how inexperienced I am. And the fact that he wants me even with that knowledge is like a high I’ve never had before.
I can feel something thick pressing into me, and I whimper, realizing it's his cock through his pants. His lips crush back into mine, swallowing my moans as he pulls the sundress higher, and right before he pulls it over my panties, I want to stop him.
Well, or more specifically, I want to stop him so I can go change into something that’s actually sexy, and then come right back here and let him do this all over again. But then, I don’t even own anything sexier than the plain, white, cotton panties I’m wearing. They’re at least a hip-hugging, low cut style, which is leagues sexier than anything else I own.
Jagger seems to sense my hesitation, because he stops suddenly,
“You’re gorgeous, you know,” he growls. “Just like this. Don’t think for a second that you’re not a damn Goddess exactly how you are just like this.”
He’s barely finished with his words before he buries his lips in the softness of the back of my neck, growling into my skin as I gasp and claw at the glass. He groans as he pulls my dress up higher, his hand sliding over the curve of my ass over the white cotton panties. I can feel him moving lower, slowly lowering himself behind me, and I swear I’m almost about to faint with the force of the blood roaring through my ears and the breath panting in my throat.