Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I look up at him through my lashes, meeting his gaze. His eyes are the same. Haven't changed since we were teenagers sneaking out past midnight. Without breaking that connection, I take him in my mouth, welcoming his thick length between my lips. My tongue traces the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. The weight of him fills my mouth completely—heavy with need, pulsing with a hunger that matches my own desperate craving.
I work him deeper, letting my lips stretch around his girth, savoring the way his breath catches when I swallow around him.
His fingers curl tighter into my hair. "That's it," he groans. "Show me how much you missed this cock."
The rawness in his words sends electricity down my spine, pooling between my thighs where I'm already soaked and aching. I take him deeper, proving with actions what we both already know—that I crave this lust like a drug.
The taste of him is intoxicating, familiar yet somehow new, like revisiting a favorite memory only to find it's even more powerful than you remembered. I worship him with my mouth, communicating everything I can't say with words. Moaning and taking him deeper, using my tongue the way I know drives him crazy.
His grip tightens painfully in my hair. "Enough," he says. Pushing me off him and hauling me to my feet. "My turn."
He spins me around, bending me forward until my hands brace against the silo wall. My ass is up, exposing me completely to the night air. I hear him drop to his knees behind me, and then his mouth is on me, his teeth biting into the flesh of my hips as he pushes a finger up against my asshole.
The unexpected pressure makes me gasp and arch my back.
He's never taken me there before, never even hinted at it during our countless rendezvous in this rusted metal sanctuary.
But I won't say no if he wants to tonight.
The thought of him claiming this final, forbidden territory sends a shiver of both fear and anticipation through my body. I can't say no to him—not for anything sexual. Every boundary I've ever established crumbles to dust when Legion touches me like this.
I want him to claim me in every way possible, to mark me as his in ways that will linger long after I've returned to my picture-perfect life at the ranch.
I cry out, shamelessly pushing back against his face when he begins to lick me. His hands grip my ass cheeks, holding me open as he devours me. His tongue circles my clit relentlessly before dipping inside me, tasting how wet I am for him.
"Legion," I gasp, already close to the edge. "Please—"
He pulls away abruptly, leaving me trembling and desperate. "Not yet."
Standing up, he positions himself behind me, the head of his cock teasing my entrance. I try to push back, to take him inside, but his hand on my hip holds me still.
"Beg for it," he demands.
"Fuck you," I spit back, though we both know I'll give in. I always do.
His palm connects with my ass in a sharp slap that makes me yelp. His command darker now. "I said, beg for it."
"Please," I whisper, my voice breaking with need as I swallow what's left of my pride. "Please fuck me, Legion. I need you inside me."
Before the words are even out of my mouth, he does. He slams his cock into my pussy with such force, my face is pushed against the silo.
Then he leans closer, his breath hot against my ear, his chest pressing against my back. "More. Talk to me, Savannah. Tell me exactly what you want. Every dirty thought that's been haunting you since I went away. Every shameful fantasy you touched yourself to while I was locked in that cell. Every filthy detail you've been saving for this moment right here."
"I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow," I breathe, my voice shaking. "I want to feel you for days. Want bruises on my hips from your fingers. Want to be sore every time I sit down at breakfast with Cash and remember exactly how you wrecked me."
"This what you want?" he grunts, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "This what you left your fancy house for? To get fucked by trailer trash?"
"Yes," I moan, pushing back to meet each thrust. "God, yes."
He reaches around, fingers finding my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. "You like being my whore, don't you? Rich girl slumming it with a criminal."
The words should offend me, but they only make me hotter. This is what we are now—all the hurt and anger channeled into something physical, something we can control.
"I'm yours," I pant, feeling my orgasm building. "Only yours."
He slows suddenly, his thrusts becoming shallow, teasing. "Show me. Touch yourself."