Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Painful Ache
Daimon and I quietly made it back home. Not because we fought, not because we were playing a game, but because we both were lost in our thoughts.
“So now what?” he asked as he kicked off his shoes the moment he entered the penthouse. His hands were in his black suit pockets as he headed inside. “How much did my father offer you?” Daimon asked, knowing his father.
“Double what you’re paying me,” I said honestly. There was no point in lying to him.
“You told him?” he barked.
“No! I told him you loved me. Unlike you, I keep my word.” I felt like I had just been run over. This whole night was exhausting.
“Great! Just great! Now you’re going to leave me. Fuck,” he shouted.
“What are you talking about?” I cried out.
“Come off it, Addie. You go to the highest bidder. Fine, I’ll pay you more,” he said harshly.
My eyes welled up. I could barely see him standing in front of me. I finally closed my eyes, the tears cascading down.
“I never… I never even thought of leaving you. Oh, my God, you must think…oh, God; of course you would think that of me. I did sell myself.” I brought my hand to my mouth trying to stifle my cry.
“Addie…fuck, Addie. I just got nervous. Look, I’m sorry.” He reached out to me, but I recoiled back.
“No,” he insisted and took me into his arms, locking me to his body. “I know I keep fucking up. Jesus, I know I'm no good with this.” Regret was clear in his voice, but it was too much, always too late and too much.
“Get off me,” I said as I cried.
“No,” he held on tighter.
“I said get off me!” I pushed him away, both of us almost falling over.
“First, it’s your father, now you. I didn’t tell him anything. I would never tell him anything. I gave you my word, and no matter what anyone else offers me, you are my husband, because I promised it to you,” I sobbed out. “But you both think you can throw money at me and I’ll do your bidding. Well, fuck you and your fucking father. The prick apple seriously doesn’t fall far from the prick tree!” I screamed.
Drako came running beside me and barked at Daimon.
I marched up the stairs. I had this need to take a shower, to wash myself of all the sickly thoughts they both had of me.
“Addie!” he shouted, but I ignored him, making my way to our bedroom.
I reached behind me and felt my zipper. I managed to take it down only half way until Daimon took control and yanked it down. Cold air replaced the dress and my body peppered itself with goose bumps. I stepped out of the dress and moved toward the door of the bathroom. My eyes had zeroed in on the shower I needed. Daimon stopped me and held me against his firm body. I looked at him through unshed tears.
“What? You want to fuck me now?” I snapped. “So fuck me then.” I acted cold and hateful, but my body needed to feel the touch of his hands to soothe the painful ache ruling me. Daimon slowly released me and gazed down at me. He placed both hands onto my face and gently wiped the tears I had shed. My breath hitched and my body trembled as he slowly lowered his mouth onto mine and kissed me. His soft lips moved gently against mine. I willingly opened up, seeking to ease my agony.
The very moment Daimon’s tongue entered my mouth, I felt claimed, owned, his. Reaching up, I grabbed onto his suit jacket and held on. Daimon moved us toward the bed, not once ever changing his pace as he continued to gently kiss me. Once we stood over the bed, Daimon pulled away from me for a mere moment and looked down into my eyes. He moved his hand into my hair, pulled my head back, exposing my neck and began to lick and kiss.
“I’m sorry, Addie,” he whispered softly against my neck. His deep voice melted me from the inside out. He pushed me back onto the bed. I lay as he took off his suit jacket and white button-down shirt. He then crawled over me, pulling me to him. He kissed me on my chest.
“I’m sorry, Addie,” he murmured as he continued to kiss me. He peeled back my bra and his tongue reached out, licking my nipples. Reaching my hands around him, I slowly caressed his bare back, feeling every lean muscle.
“My Addie,” he said softly and pulled back again. He put his forehead onto mine and stared down at me.
“Daimon,” I said in a tortured voice, “I need you.”
His hands moved down my body, lighting it up as he went down. I arched my back, my breasts now pressed onto his hard chest. He reached my panties and slowly pulled them off. I could feel his tender touch down the outside of my thighs. I moved my hands to the front of his body and unbuckled his pants. My hand then glided inside. I watched as Daimon closed his eyes and groaned as I found his hard cock. Pulling it out, I softly moved my hand up and down, feeling his velvet skin. Daimon’s head fell back as a low growled emanated from the back of his throat. His head then fell forward and his eyes opened. The sky blue I was expecting was now dark and possessive. A small grin appeared and he swiftly moved down to my lips, taking what he wanted.