Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“I’m not beautiful,” she whispers.
“Oh? Then magnificent?”
She twists in my grip and frowns at me. “I’m an accountant. If you think I look good tonight it’s because two actual Vieth Orphans dressed me up and did my hair and makeup. I don’t look like this. I’m ordinary.” She touches her throat. “This is for someone else. Not me.”
Her fingers fumble with the clasp. I clasp them in mine to stop her and raise the trembling digits to my lips. “No. This is for you.” I draw her hand down and press it to my aching cock. “As is this. You can leave now and take the necklace with you. I won’t bother you again,” I lie. “Or you can spend the night with me wearing nothing but that necklace while we fuck each other until we’re too exhausted to remember our own names. This is not something that I, Sov Charmont of the Charmont family offer to you, a member of the Vieth organization. It is an invitation from Sov, a man, who took one look at you across a ballroom floor and knew I had to have you. It is that simple, Mackenzie. I want you, and I believe you want me.”
She gulps once and then twice. Her fingers twitch against my cock. I surge into her palm.
“I’m a virgin,” she says. “I don’t know what to do.”
A wicked grin covers my face. “Leave everything to me.” I reach over the back of the sofa and lift her into my arms. The jewels of her gown cut into my skin, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I kick the bedroom door open and stride across the large expanse to deposit this gorgeous flower in the middle of the four-poster bed.
Chapter Twelve
Mackenzie
My heart pounds in my chest, making my dress stretch tighter against my skin. It has been racing loudly ever since he called me magnificent. His words had made everything inside of my chest explode with warmth. The sweetness of the little cakes quickly faded away, and my hunger for something entirely different is growing. Nerves take flight in my stomach as I consider his proposition. Do I want to do this? As I stare up into Sov’s dark eyes, my mind and body scream a resounding yes. What am I waiting for? It’s not as though I get many offers. At the rate I’m going, I’m going to die a virgin. Plus, I want him in a way I’ve never wanted another.
But do you want to die with a broken heart? My heart chimes in. I do the reasonable thing and ignore it. I took a chance when I went with Karin Vieth years ago. I rolled the dice and have never regretted that decision. My life changed that day. She is always telling me to trust myself when it comes to making decisions. That I have to take some chances in life. What if this is one of those times that could change everything for me?
Sov stares down at me with a look of pure need on his handsome face. One I’ve seen on many men’s faces when they get a glimpse of one of the Vieth Orphans, but it’s never been directed my way. I suddenly feel confident in a way that I never have before. I’ve heard the other girls talk about this happening. It courses through my veins, giving me a sense of power. I know it’s him that’s making me feel this way, and I’m drunk off it. I don’t want to lose this feeling. So I let him have me.
I lift up on my elbows as Sov’s hand goes to my ankle. His lips twitch when he sees that I’m wearing flats. The hungry look never leaves his eyes as he slips them off my feet as though they were as sexy as five-inch heels. His fingers softly stroke my skin as if he’s trying to touch every inch of it.
“It’s a beautiful dress, but I know there is something even more breathtaking underneath.” I gasp when he reaches for the dress, giving a hard tug. Jewels go flying in every direction as the sounds of the material ripping fill the room as the dress leaves my body.
My hands reach up to cover my breasts as my boobs spill free. The only thing I still have on are my panties and the necklace that weighs heavy around my neck. It’s a weight that I find myself liking. It makes me feel as though Sov is claiming me with it.
“I need to see it all.” He grabs my wrists to pull them away, and I don’t try to fight him. I can’t. His words are rushed. They are laced with that need again. One that he’s made clear that I can only fix for him. That rush of power fills me again. “You’re definitely not a Vieth Orphan. You’re something else completely. I’m not sure there is a word for it.” His eyes roam over my body as he hovers over me.