Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“To do what?” I whisper. “To just hide–forever?”
“To figure out how I’m going to kill them, all of them.” He looks at me bleakly. “My friend, Pash, he thinks I should run. He thinks it’s too dangerous.”
“Maybe he’s right,” I say softly. “You’re just one man.”
I walk around the table. Slide into his lap. He wraps his arms around me and holds tightly.
“If he ordered me to do that, he may have ordered others. But he’s holed up in his headquarters, surrounded with his men. I’ve been trying to figure out any way to get at him which isn’t going to be a damn suicide mission.”
“You did the right thing,” I whisper, tears pricking my eyes.
He looks up. Brushes a single tear from my cheek with his rough thumb. “I’ve done the wrong thing plenty of times.”
“You saved that boy. And you’re trying to make it so nobody else gets hurt.”
“Don’t say it like I’m a hero, Rose.”
“You are.” I swallow a ball of emotion. “You’re my hero.”
“Rose …”
His voice cracks.
He pushes his lips against mine. At first I think it’s going to be a gentle kiss. A brush of the lips. But then passion ignites us both and I let out a muffled moan.
He grips my back harder, rocks his hips. His manhood is already solid, an urgent pressure against my groin.
This is wrong.
I rock against him, twitching my hips, my lips sizzling with the memory of how he filled me up last time.
We should stop.
How can we give ourselves to lust after what we just talked about?
Maybe that’s why we can. Letting go. Forgetting. Replacing dark with light.
I stand then take his hand, guiding it to my dress, staring at the fierce hunger on his face.
“Does my perfect Rose want to take control?” he groans.
I direct his hand all the way to my underwear. Then push my underwear aside and rock against him. He breathes raggedly as he circles my hole with his finger.
“Maybe I want to show Daddy I’m not afraid anymore. Of him—of this.”
His eyes flare intensely. “Then you better tell Daddy what you want.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“No?”
“Not what I want … what I need.”
He slips his finger inside of me, standing. Crushing his lips against mine. I ride his hand as wetness floods my tunnel. His finger grinds deeply inside of me, the heel of his palm crushing into my clit with each stroke. My head swims with tingly pleasure. My body pumps with the force of him.
My man. My criminal.
My savior.
I grip his wrist with both hands. Ride his finger as my passage shivers around his dominating touch.
“Daddy,” I moan. “I want …”
He leans back. “Don’t get shy. Tell me.”
“I want you to taste me, Daddy. I want your tongue.”
“Fuuuuuuuuck.”
He picks up, cradling me to his chest. Carries me up the stairs as though I weigh nothing and kicks open the door.
Dropping me on the bed, his hands are on me straightaway. He tears down my underwear then hikes my dress up. The fabric bunches around my belly. Then he takes my thighs possessively and pushes them apart.
I lean up on my elbows so I can see the obsession in his eyes.
They wanted to break him, ruin him. But there’s only one person who can shatter his resolve.
Me.
His Rose.
“Fucking. Perfect.”
He kisses up my thigh. Gets close to my pussy then stops, gently circling my hole with his finger.
“Be a good girl and tell Daddy what you want.”
“Lick my clit,” I moan, the nerves sliding away. “And finger me at the same time. Please, Daddy.”
“I love how confident you’re getting.”
And I love you, full stop.
He sucks on my clit as he slips his finger inside of me again. His hand pumps relentlessly as he showers my needy nub with attention. The room fills with slick wet noises. My body. His mouth as he groans and feasts on me.
“Go crazy, Daddy.” I somehow push the words out past my shivering moans. “Claim me like you mean it, Duh-Duh …”
I can’t speak.
He goes into overdrive.
The bed protests as he pumps his hand obsessively. His tongue is a burning brand against my clit, flickering like flames. Scorching me so that pleasure signals drive through my entire body.
The stress and the fear and the doubt—gone.
There’s nothing but this wild chase toward pleasure.
I thread my fingers through his hair. Grind my hips in time with the motion of his obsessed tongue and hand.
My world becomes the inside of a star. Heat like this was never meant for girls like me. I’m trapped in an inferno, sweat covering my whole body. And I don’t want to be free.
The release makes me creamy and somehow slicker. I lock my thighs around his head, trapping him. Grinding and crying out as the release flows out of me.
He slips one hand between me and the bed. Palms my ass as he greedily sucks on my clit and finger-fucks me into oblivion.