Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“What’s the verdict, darling?” I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “Do you like it or hate it?”
She shivers.
I press a whisper on her ear. “Shall we stop?”
She replies quickly. “N-no.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“How much?”
She turns her head and meets my gaze squarely. “Everything.”
And there she is, the stranger I had to get to know all over again, a stranger who was nevertheless mine to claim.
Her skin will be sensitive. I give her a few more light taps, synchronizing each with the pumping of my finger until she moves her hips to my rhythm and her arousal is dripping down her thighs.
I gather more of her wetness and penetrate her back entrance with two fingers, stretching her with care. At the same time, I unzip and take out my ramrod-hard cock.
She mewls when I thrust into her pussy, slamming my groin against her ass that’s painted red with my handprints.
“C-condom,” she stutters as I pick up my pace.
My tone is clipped. “We won’t need one.”
She must register my meaning, because her inner walls clamp down on my cock and my finger, trapping them inside her body.
She doesn’t argue, though. Her knuckles turn white where she grips the desk. “I’m going to—” She gasps. “Oh, God.”
That’s right. Her orgasm tears through her body, milking my cock and almost making me shoot my load inside her. I rub my groin against her clit, wrenching every ounce of pleasure I can from her.
Almost too late, I rip out my dick. While her body is supple and her muscles soft from her climax, I replace my fingers with my cock. I lock my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I stretch her with the crest and then, inch by inch, let her take the rest.
I’m not going to last. She’s too damn tight. Too hot.
She lets out a low moan as I move with shallow pumps, claiming her ass. As predicted, I come within seconds, filling her dark hole with my cum. The pleasure that racks me is blinding. My vision goes out of focus. I want to pull out because her ass may hurt and my seed on her sensitive flesh may burn, but when I move to do so, she reaches behind her and grabs my wrist, holding on to me as she pushes out her ass and locks me inside her.
If I could’ve come again so soon, I would’ve. But I’ve taken enough from her for one night. I’ve taken things she gave to me as a different woman, and the lines between them are getting blurry.
I bend over her, covering her back with my chest, and kiss her neck. When I’ve given her enough time to catch her breath, I pull out. Unable to help myself, I spread her ass between my palms and pin her hips to the desk so I can watch my cum leak down her crack. There’s something extremely satisfying about seeing my mark on her in such a primitive way.
She turns her face and watches me, and I let her. I let her see what she does to me.
Fuck, I’m hard again. I want to take her cunt as well as her mouth, but instead, I help her to her feet.
Her legs are shaky. I turn her to face me and crash my mouth on hers, kissing her as if she’s not two different women but the only one.
She winces when I finally let her breathe.
“Sore?”
She bites her lip and nods with a shy smile.
Picking her up into my arms, I carry her through the dimly lit house to my bathroom and wash her in the shower. Once I’ve dried her body and hair, I dress her in a clean nightdress and lead her to the bed. After bandaging my wound, I lie down with her in my arms, breathing in her clean, feminine scent as I hold her against me, and for the first time in years, I sleep like the dead… until a bloodcurdling scream rips me from that weightless black pit.
Chapter
Thirty-One
Tatiana
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“Get your slut of a daughter out of my sight before I kill her.”
The pain is excruciating. Flames consume my back. I wish I was dead. I’d rather die ten times over, but I can never betray Dante.
“No,” I cry out as someone stretches my arms above my head, pinning me to the floor.
“I’ll cut that bastard out of your womb myself.”
“No,” I sob, trying to curl in on myself to protect my baby.
My mom’s face appears next to me. She stares up at my brother with loathing. “You make me regret the day I gave birth to you.” Then she bends over me with a smile. “You’ll find everything you need there.”
Insistent shaking pulls at me.
“Tatiana, darling, wake up. You’re dreaming.”
I jerk awake, gasping.