Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
But why? Is it just because she once belonged to Lucio?
I take another sip of my drink and sink into my comfy chair, wondering how I’m going to defeat this raging urge to slam her into the wall and fuck her until she moans my name.
God, the mere thought has me biting my own lip and rubbing my hard-on right through the fabric of my pants.
It’s so goddamn wrong, yet I want nothing more than to make her mine. But she’ll never be mine. Even though I already made her my wife, she’ll forever hate my guts for locking her in this mansion. She could never want a man like me.
I take another sip of my drink and let the heat burn my throat to try to quench the desire taking hold.
I have to curb this arousal right fucking now.
I tear open my jeans and pull out my cock, glistening with pre-cum, gripping it tightly as I begin to rub her out of my system.
Just this last time.
Or at least, that’s what I tell myself as I vigorously jerk myself off to the image of my ring around her tilted neck, waiting for me to kiss it.
My head leans back over the chair while I picture her in a pretty dress. I peel it away from her shoulders, cupping her tits in my hands, as I press my lips onto her neck. Leaving kisses everywhere I go, I slowly strip her naked and admire her beauty, before I thrust into her wetness and claim her as mine.
I rub my shaft faster and faster, using my pre-cum as lube, each thrust into my hand pulling me closer to the edge of no return. My hand slides up my chest, popping buttons as I go while the heat begins to take hold.
All I can picture is her body beneath me, writhing with delight, my hands around her waist, her perky ass up against my body, back arched against the wall, while my fingers are splayed against her pussy, and her moans fill my ears.
I groan out loud, nearly losing myself in the moment. “Fuck, Stella!”
Suddenly, there’s some rustling near my door, and I abruptly stop despite being near the peak of my arousal. Breathing out ragged breaths, I get up from my chair and tuck myself back in with trouble, zipping up as best I can, before I march straight toward my door.
But the second I open it, I’m frozen in place.
Stella’s right in front of me, staring at me with those doe eyes that still take my breath away. But it’s her dress that catches my attention. She changed into a bright red one that accentuates all of her pretty curves, and fuck me, does she look appetizing in this, especially after what I just did.
Sarah must’ve purchased that for her to fill her wardrobe.
Did Stella just change into something more seductive on purpose?
She pulls a warm shawl further over her shoulders, while her eyes linger on my flabbergasted face before slowly trailing down my abs, like she’s taking it all in and then some … until she reaches my obviously tented pants.
There’s absolutely zero chance in hell I’ll be able to will that thing down now that she’s here.
Fuck.
I tilt my head. “Are you snooping around again?”
“You said I could roam the house freely,” she retorts, raising a brow in defiance. “Did you just … call out my name?” she murmurs, biting her lip.
My mouth twitches into a lopsided grin. “You heard me.”
“Of course, I did. I could hear your noises all the way down the hall.”
I place a hand on the doorpost. “What kind of noises?”
A strong blush creeps onto her cheeks so easily it becomes undeniable, no matter how much she tries to hide it behind her hair. “Grumbling … moans. Anyway, it sounded like you were in pain.”
“Mm-hmm … A great pain indeed.” A low rumbling sound emanates from my throat.
Her brows furrow. “What kind of pain?”
My eyes scatter down to her tits and back up again. “Visceral.”
She swallows, licking her lips.
“I’m impressed, though. You came to my room because you wanted to see if I was hurt and needed help?”
She sucks in a breath without letting it go, and it brings a smile to my face. “But you … aren’t actually in any pain, right?”
Maybe I’m not the only one affected by whatever this is brewing between us.
“My pain is of a different kind,” I reply. “Is there anything you need from me, Tesoro?”
She shakes her head.
“Then if you’ll excuse me …”
I sigh and turn around again, trying to close the door, but then she puts her foot out and grabs hold of my arm, forcing me to turn around.
The desperate look on her face absolutely crushes me right now. But I can’t. I simply can’t. “Don’t.”