Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I tell him everything. The only part I leave out is when I admitted to falling in love with him. I know it was true, and I still feel it right now, but I’m not ready to go there yet.
Prime finishes his drink and paces. There’s a slight breeze and it feels nice. I collapse into a chair as the clouds turn pink with the sunset.
“They were feeling you out. You did good, Deanna.”
“I can’t do it again.” I close my eyes and can almost feel Carbone’s gaze on me. “He was terrifying.”
“I know.” Prime kneels by my side and takes my hand in both of his. “But you did good.” He kisses my knuckles. “I didn’t want this for you, I swear.”
“It isn’t your fault. I basically forced my way into your business.”
“I should have known better than to bring you though.”
“Prime, it’s okay.”
“It’s not.” He kisses my hand again. “You weren’t supposed to see what I did. It’s who I am, Deanna, it’s who I’ve always been, but when I’m with you…” He trails off, chin lifting. There’s a desperate hunger in the way he looks at me that sends a shiver down my spine. “I want to be better. Or at least I want to be different. All my life I’ve been driven by only one thing: power. The more power I have, the closer I can get to righting all my wrongs, and Fontana’s been one of the biggest. I hate him for what he did and I plan on seeing him bleed, but you make me feel like there’s something to fight for afterward.”
“Maybe… maybe there’s another way. Something… something we can do.”
He touches my cheek. “I want you. God, I want you so badly, it’s like every morning I wake up and think I’m still dreaming, but there you are lying in my bed. I’ve wanted you for years, Deanna, ever since I hired you, but I refused to let myself get distracted. I’m death, I only ever hurt people I care about, so I never let myself care. I thought I could handle being your husband, but I was so fucking wrong.”
“Prime, I wanted you too. Why do you think I was… you know… on your pool table?”
“I thought that was your childish way of punishing me for making you work that weekend.”
“Well, it was, but I could’ve thought up a dozen different methods instead of… you know…”
“I’m going to fix this, Deanna. I swear I will.” He kisses me. I whimper, afraid of him but wanting him too, what I said to Carbone still ringing in my ears. I love him.
“I know you will.”
He kisses me again and this time it lingers. I’m desperate for comfort, to feel something good, and shift in my chair to face him. He stands, pulling me to my feet, and I wrap my arms around his neck, getting on my toes to reach his mouth as my tongue plunges between his lips.
Fear from my meeting with Carbone lingers as I dive against Prime. His arms pull me tight to his warm chest and I kiss him with everything I can, doing my best to wash away the negative emotions still whirling around my head. I know who Prime is now and I can see him for what he wants to be, and I didn’t lie when I said those words. They burn in me now as I tug at his belt, unbuckling it, kissing him hard and turning him, pulling open his trousers and slipping my hand inside.
“Fuck, Deanna,” he says, his voice thick with desire as I stroke his big dick. I love the way he gets hard under my touch. “You fucking kill me, baby.”
“I need this.” I stroke him faster before dropping to my knees.
“Deanna—“
“Shut up and let me.” I yank down his pants and underwear, his cock rock hard by the time I take it in my fist. I sit up and lick his tip, swirling tongue around his slit and tasting as I suck him slow at first. His fist curls into my hair and his eyes are glassy with pleasure as my spit rolls down his shaft.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I suck him deeper, going as far as I can. He’s huge and he hits the back of my throat, making me gag as I pull back, gasping for air. “Look at you on your knees. So fucking pretty.”
“More.” I take him into my mouth, sucking hard. He snarls, thrusting into my lips. I pull back again, panting. “More, Prime.”
He fucks my mouth, driving between my lips. My spit slides down his dick, gathering around his balls, dripping onto the pavement. He roars with bliss as I slip a hand between my legs and start stroking myself, moaning on his dick as I do it, pleasure building in my core.