Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Tell me to spank you, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Fuck, this guy.
How the hell does he manage to make me feel like I’m in control while not giving up an ounce of it?
“Princess …” He circles my clit, and the beginning of an orgasm stirs within me.
“Yes!” I hiss. “Spank me and make me fucking come—now!”
His hand connects with my flesh at the same time he pushes his fingers back inside me, and my body lights up like a Christmas tree.
And fuck if what he’s doing to me isn’t the best damn gift I’ve been given.
Just like in my dream, he alternates smacking each ass cheek while he fucks me slow and deep with his fingers. His thumb massages circles along my swollen nub, and before I know what’s happening, the most amazing orgasm takes over my body. My legs shake, and my heart thumps so hard that my ears ring. My vision goes blurry, and …
“Fuck, baby, you just squirted all over our fucking bed.”
Our fucking bed.
Oh my God.
I’m in Kane’s bed.
And then it all hits me …
I was at the bar, drunk, and he picked me up and carried me out.
I must’ve fallen asleep in his car, and he brought me to his house.
The house he’d told me I would be moving into once we were married.
And then I fantasized about him spanking me, and he turned it into a reality.
I flip onto my back, pulling my shirt down to cover my bare pussy, internally groaning when I realize I’m wearing Kane’s damn shirt.
“This changes nothing,” I tell him, shuffling to the edge to get away from him now that the high from my orgasm is being replaced with regret.
“And why the hell am I in your house?” I hiss, glaring at him. “You should’ve brought me home last night.”
“I did.” He shrugs, leaning back on his elbows.
His gaze roams down my body, and even though I know the shirt is covering the important parts, I still feel exposed.
“This is my home … and now, it’s yours as well.”
“Not until we get married,” I argue.
“Actually, there’s been a change of plans,” he says dryly. “Since you can’t be trusted to behave like a respectable adult, I’ve arranged for your belongings to be packed up and brought here. You’ll be moving in with me, effective immediately.”
“You can’t do that!” I shriek, the thought of having to share a house and a bed with this man making me hysterical.
“It’s already done.”
I grab my phone on the nightstand and don’t find a single text from my brother.
What the hell? I know he’s busy with his family, but damn.
“Daniil is delivering it all this morning.”
Fuck! I thought I had another few weeks—and I was hoping to prolong it more than that. I’ve never lived with a man before. And the last man I spent an entire night with—aside from last night, which I don’t even remember, thanks to the tequila shots—was Owen.
At the thought of him, my heart sinks as a flashback of the last time we were together hits me hard.
“It’s going to be okay, babe.” Owen wraps his arms around me from behind and settles his hands on my nonexistent bump. “We’ll hide, and eventually, your old man will give up.”
I wish he were right, but that’s not the type of person my father is. He won’t give up until he finds us and drags me back home to marry that psycho Anthony.
Bile fills my mouth at the thought of having to spend my life with the man who raped me. I’d rather die than spend a night with him.
But I need to live because I have a baby growing inside me. I don’t know whose sperm it is—Anthony’s or Owen’s—but it doesn’t matter. The baby is part me, and Owen told me he’d love the baby, no matter what.
“I love you,” I whisper, shifting closer to him so my back is flush against his front and I’m surrounded by his warmth.
“I love you too.” He strokes his thumb up and down my lower belly. “And I love this baby.”
It doesn’t matter that we’re on the run, hiding out in a dingy, gross motel, in hope of escaping my father—one of the most dangerous men I’ve ever known. When I’m in Owen’s arms, I feel safe.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I dream of what life could be like if we could escape my father. Raising our little boy or girl together. Family breakfasts, trips to the park. Christmases filled with love and laughter.
I’ve never experienced anything like that—my father sucking the joy out of everything and everyone—but I’ve seen it on TV and when I’ve visited my friends. And it’s what I want. A doting husband who will make me and our children his world. A life with love and happiness.