Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Fuck, she tastes so good.
I saw the look in her eyes. The fear of what I was going to do to her and her yes, sir response. It was the same on the Isabella. I knew she had been abused in the past. I’m not saying that I’m not going to use her for my own pleasure, but I want her to enjoy it too.
Her thighs squeeze my head as she pushes her hips forward and I pull her back with my belt wrapped around her neck. I let go and she gasps, sucking in a deep breath.
“Tell me how you feel, Eve,” I order, wanting to make sure she’s present. The last thing I want is for her to wander off somewhere else.
“So…good,” she moans, her hips rocking once more.
I’m so hard for her. Have been for weeks. I’m just waiting… “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please,” she answers. “I want you to make me come.”
I tilt my head to the side and gently kiss her shaking thigh. Then I sink my teeth into it, making her cry out before sucking her skin into my mouth, making sure to leave not only teeth marks but a bruise as well. She’ll remember me when I leave her here on the couch, naked, with cum leaking from her pussy.
Pulling away, I smile, satisfied, and move to her other thigh. Again, she’s screaming, and I wish I could fuck her. But I’m not going to. Not tonight. She might think this is all about her, but it’s not. It’s me marking my territory. I might as well tattoo my name on her.
I pick her up and toss her onto her back on the couch. She cries out once more when she lands on her cuffed wrists, and I grip her thighs in my hands, shoving them wide open so I can see her pussy. It’s a pretty pink color and glistening. Just begging for my cock to fuck it.
Kneeling next to the couch, I pull her closer to me and throw her legs over my shoulders, burying my face between them.
I don’t stop. I finger, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her while she begs, screams, and pleads to come. And she does. All over my face.
“Good girl,” I praise her when I stand to my full height.
She’s gasping and trembling more than before while she lies there spent before me. Six years I’ve dreamed of this, and the reality is better than I ever imagined.
I run my hands down her sternum, loving the way she looks. Out of breath, cum covering her swollen cunt, while wearing nothing but her heels. The tips of my fingers run over a butterfly tattoo on her hip. It covers up the three lines I remember her having. She flinches at the touch. Just like she did before. There’s a story there that I’ll save for later.
“You did good, angel,” I tell her. Then I roll her to her side, facing the couch, remove the key from my pocket, and undo the cuffs. “Next time I’ll make you work for it.”
She whimpers, rolling onto her back, bringing her hands to rest on her chest.
“I’ll see you soon.” I give her a kiss on the forehead and then unlock the door.
Exiting, I see Alex in the hallway. He looks up from his phone when he hears me and tries to glance into the room, but I shut the door quickly so he doesn’t see her naked on the couch.
“Thanks for the help. Now go home,” I tell him. I knew she’d unlock the door and try to run. I needed her to think she was cornered, and it worked.
He nods with a chuckle. “Let me know if you need me again.”
FOURTEEN
EVERETT
My legs are still fucking shaking, and my thong is soaked.
Fuck.
I got off with nothing more than his fingers and tongue. Most men can’t even do that with their dicks.
I wobble in my heels up the stone steps and into the house. The large open space is quiet. My heels clap on the floor as I make my way down the hallway to the study.
Opening the double doors, I enter to see my dad and his new protégé already present. I hold in a sigh when a set of green eyes meet mine.
“Eve.” My dad stands and greets me with a kiss on each cheek.
He’s the kind of father every child deserves. I might not have his DNA, but this man saved me.
Twenty years old
I must be dead. It’s the only reason I feel warm and wrapped in something soft. Maybe it’s a hallucination. Either way, it’s heaven compared to the hell I’ve lived in.
“Everett?” a man’s voice calls out to me. “Everett? Can you hear me?”
My right eye is forced open, and a bright light shines into it—back and forth. I look ahead while it blinds what little sight I have.