Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I grind into him. I pull his hair and bite his shoulder as he fucks me, thrusting again and again. His voice rings in my ears. His violent physique makes my knees lock and my jaw open. I’m filled and fucked, taken and destroyed in a way I didn’t think was possible. There’s nothing left in me, no worries, no thoughts. Only one word: more. Over and over again. More, more, more.
He grinds into me faster, fucking me savagely. I dig my fingers into his back, pleading with him to keep going. “You feel so fucking good,” he snarls in my ear. “God, I’m going to fucking come. I can’t control myself.”
“Not yet,” I beg, so close to the edge but not there. “Please, not yet.”
He moans, pulling my hair. His teeth bite my nipple and one hand squeezes. It hurts, but it’s the way he looks at me, desperate and riding a wave of agonized bliss that finally does it.
“I can’t control myself,” he whispers.
And that breaks me.
I shatter, gasping, back arching. I drive this man wild. A man like Seamus with a girl like me. I come, moaning, explosive, and he’s only seconds behind. I feel him stiffen, thrusts slowing and getting deeper as he fills me, his hot breath washing over my neck and mouth.
I grab him and kiss him. I’m breathing hard and I need to know this is actually happening. He kisses me back, pulling me by the pearl necklace, tightening his grip.
“Fuck, Alina, you absolutely ruin me.” He sounds out of control. His eyes are shining with lust and need. He’s looking at me like he can’t pull himself away.
I feel vulnerable, but not terrible. Normally, I’d run away and take a shower after sex. But Seamus doesn’t let me go. His big arms pull me against him, his dick going soft very slowly inside of me. I resist at first, stiffening, before I slowly relax into his embrace.
We stay like that. I listen to him breathing. He breaks the silence first. “This is all I’ve been able to think about ever since you answered that call in pearls.”
“Good, that was only like a few hours ago.”
“That’s not normal for me.”
“Quick to move on?”
“Like a summer breeze.”
I smile a little and use that moment to squirm away from him. The reality of our situation is starting to dawn on me.
Seamus is a total stranger.
He’s absolutely gorgeous—and somehow even more beautiful lying on my bed totally naked, his massive dick half hard still and glistening from my pussy—but I only met him tonight.
And we just had sex.
Unprotected sex.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out and instantly regret it. He smirks slightly, head tilted.
“Would it be so bad if you weren’t?”
“I mean…” I trail off, looking away, blushing like crazy. I go over to my dresser and find an old shirt and shorts to pull on.
“We have to make an heir sooner or later. Might as well start now.”
“I was kind of hoping I’d have time to prepare before I get pregnant.”
“Ah, yeah, that makes sense. You’re the preparation type.” He stretches, completely at ease, while I’m inwardly screaming at myself.
How did you let this happen?! A total stranger!
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I bet you fold your underwear.”
“It fits better in the drawer that way.”
He sighs, stretching. I take the moment to admire his lean physique. The man’s got the thighs of a model.
“And you probably have a chore chart, but you live alone. So really it’s just for you.”
“I don’t forget anything that way. Are we seriously sitting here criticizing me? After we just—” I wave a hand at him, scowling.
“After we just fucked like horny rabbits?”
“I guess you can put it that way.”
He laughs again. I like that sound. But it also pisses me off. “This is the part where you shut down, isn’t it?”
I sputter, getting pissed. “What the heck? You don’t even know me and you’re acting like you’ve got me figured out?”
“You’re twenty-five, own a boutique, lived in the shadow of your bratva father all your life, and now you’re finally on your own. But you were trained to be this perfect little princess with everything in its proper place, and you really took to that, didn’t you? Makes you feel safe, right? Except you fell in with a guy like Alex, pretended he wasn’t a piece of shit, and made yourself feel like a rebel. Now you have me, a big scary criminal for a future husband, and you’re reeling because I just fucked heaven into you, and you don’t know what to do with that. How am I doing so far?”
I stare at him, hands curled into fists. I grab the pearls and yank the string off, sending a couple scattering to the floor, and hurl it at him.
He lazily bats it away.