Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“Yes.” It was humiliating. Degrading. Because I was wet and it was for a man who was threatening my father. I hated myself, but he was right, my body told the truth.
“Then you have nothing to fear.” He ran his hand down my side while he continued to gently kiss the crook of my neck. “I can’t wait to taste you. The silky wetness on the tip of my tongue, the sweet scent of you as I lick your pussy.”
“Jesus.” I hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but it was erotic. I’d never had any man speak to me that way. My belly swirled and the clench between my thighs ached for what his words declared.
He toyed with the thin strap of my top then kissed the spot, his tongue circling before his teeth nipped, only to ease the pain with his tongue again. He moved to the other shoulder and did the same thing.
The second his hand splayed over my abdomen desire shot through me and I had to clamp down on my lip to stop myself from gasping and arching back into him.
“Don’t hide from me. Show me what you’re feeling.”
I couldn’t. It was a betrayal of who I was. It was wrong. I shouldn’t enjoy any part of it.
His hand slid up beneath my shirt and hesitated just below my breast, his finger trailing a path under the crease. My nipples hurt. They burned for his touch. I burned for his touch.
But he wouldn’t. He moved to the other breast and continued to draw paths of heat just below my breast. I had no control as I curved into him, my head dropping back onto his shoulder.
“Oh, God, Kai.” It slipped out, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed him to end the torture. With the vibration of the fridge and him behind me, his cock pressed into me, his teasing… My body won the battle.
“Yes,” he whispered. His hand cupped my breast, finger flicking over my erect nipple causing my body to shudder. “That’s it. Let me have all of you, London.”
I tensed, jerking my head up straight and he immediately pinched my nipple until I cried out.
“Let go,” he ordered. The pressure on my nipple increased the pleasure, sweet pleasure as he eased the pain with gentle circling.
“I need you right now. I need to sink my cock inside you.” His hand went to the elastic band of my boxer shorts. “And this is the last night you’ll wear clothes to bed.” He backed away for a second while he tugged my boxers down. “Lift.” I lifted one foot then the other. He walked away, and I shifted to turn when he said, “Don’t move.”
It was said with a causal air, another order, yet there was gentleness in his tone. Regardless of how he said it, I wasn’t going to move. I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw him open the cupboard below the sink and toss my boxer shorts into the bin.
His brows rose when he met my eyes as if daring me to object. I didn’t.
I noticed he was wearing jeans with his dress shirt and it almost gave him a sexier appeal. The suit had been sexy, too, but this made him more… approachable, if that were possible. His hand went to the button of his jeans and I heard it pop as he undid it.
I watched as he unzipped them next and the material parted making a V. Shit. A man, a hot sexy man, with snug faded jeans low on his hips was mouthwatering. But add in jeans undone, it was sexy as all hell that surpassed all other levels of hotness.
I had my hands still above my head on the fridge, my bottom half naked, my body tingling with anticipation and a sexy, and yet still scary, man a foot away from me.
A man I knew was dangerous. A man who could hurt my father. A man who I had no misconceptions had killed another human being at some point. But he was also the man who saved me. That I’d dreamed about holding me in his arms. Who had held me in his arms.
“Stop thinking. I know that’s difficult for a brilliant mind like yours.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but admire the beauty in him when he smiled. But I definitely didn’t feel any of my brilliance coming into play when it came to this man.
With each step toward me, his jeans opened a little more and I caught a glimpse of the fine trail of hairs leading down to his cock. When he reached me this time, he didn’t press against me. Instead, he ran his hands down my back to my butt where he squeezed. “Mmm…. Perfect,” he murmured.
I’d been with a few men, but nothing was like this. God, I’d only had sex on the floor and in bed before.