Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Only five stars, baby,” Dalton says and tickles my crack with a sly grin.
Un-fucking-believable.
“I’m not your fucking baby,” I snarl and place my hand on his throat, giving it a warning squeeze. There, that should keep him in check.
It’s hard to think about honorifics though when he presses so close to me I sense his cock against my stomach. I open my mouth for a kiss when he leans in, but his lips press to my neck instead, his tongue going up all the way to my jugular as I hold his.
“So what is it that Corvus likes, hm?” He slides his hand into my crack, and places the tip of his finger right on my pucker. “Is he just a greedy hole to me? A good boy who wants to please? Or a horny bottom who really wants to be gaped by a big dick?”
I don’t know.
I’m confused by the way he’s touching me, as if this isn’t about whether he lives or dies. As if I’m yet another hot conquest to him. I don’t need to open my eyes and seek out the mirror, because I know how we look together. He’s taller, bulkier than me, but I am collaring him with one hand, unafraid of the bull about to charge straight at me. His erect cock bobs, and I lean against him, as if every pore of my skin itches to kiss one of its counterparts on Dalton’s body.
Did he leave the shower running, or is the thudding of blood in my ears really that loud? How is it my nature that I want to be under a man like him so much, when in all other aspects of my life I crave control and complete dominance over my surroundings?
I don’t want to answer his questions. I don’t want to reveal anything, just see whether he can make me enjoy taking dick, but when his words caress my ear I find myself arching pliantly when he calls me a horny bottom and I clench my ass on his finger.
He exhales with a low groan that resonates all the way down my spine. I love how he feels against me. His size could be intimidating to some, but he’s pure indulgence. I want to feel him on top, and find out if he can use that thick tool between his legs.
“I bet you can’t wait to be filled,” Dalton murmurs and slides his finger in up to the first knuckle with ease. I grab his shoulders as he shamelessly crooks the digit inside me. Because yes, a part of him is inside me now. I can’t fucking believe it’s happening. “Prepared yourself for it already. I love that. Did you look at my dick pics when you lubed yourself? So hot.”
Yes.
Yes, I did. And I rubbed my prostate as I stared at the pictures, imagining his cock was about to invade my slick body. I might have taken longer than was necessary.
How come he’s making me melt like this when we’ve only just started?
“There’s nothing that special about them. A dick is a dick. Show me you can use it,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice steady. I’m desperate to keep him in his place, as if he’s a dangerous animal, and I—his trainer. Some of my hair has fallen out of place and now hangs in my face. I wonder if it looks messy or romantic, or if he cares, as long as he gets what he wants out of this night.
I miss his finger as soon as he slides it out. Even his digits are thick. I don’t get time to think much though because this beast of a man leans down, and before I know it, I’m tightening my hold on his neck, because he’s trying to pick me up as if I’m some dainty thing, not a sturdy, muscular guy.
“No.”
He exhales deeply, looking straight into my eyes from up close. “No? I won’t drop you.” The cocky smirk is back. “Just thought it’d be romantic. I could carry you to that torture chair bridal-style.”
“This is not about romance. What’s the matter with you?” I snap and give him a gentle shove, to make him let go. His lips twitch, but if I acknowledge that he’s mocking me, I will have to put an end to this, so instead I walk past him, straight for the door to my office.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Maybe I should just go on vacation somewhere far away and employ a professional to show me if I really want to be fucked into the mattress, or if it’s only arousing in my secret fantasies?
This big idiot might try to murder me in order to get out.
What if he reveals my secret as his last fuck-you to the Van der Horn family?