Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Some pawns deserve extra care.”
“Well, in that case, better take extra care that she doesn’t mess with my fucking business.”
“Noted.” I motion at the door. “Will you move now?”
After one last ambiguous look at Dahlia, he steps aside and gathers the piece of fucking shit by his collar.
As I walk out, Jude’s voice carries from behind my back. “I mean it, Davenport. She puts her nose where it doesn’t belong and she’ll see her maker sooner rather than later. All bets will be off.”
I tilt my head in his direction and flash him a smile. “Won’t be happening. As long as you keep your fucking stalkerish tendencies in check, we’re all good.”
By the time I arrived at my penthouse downtown, Dahlia was burning up.
I placed her on the sofa in the living room earlier. Since then, I’ve been standing cross-armed by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the town’s luminous skyline.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I’ve never taken care of someone else before. Except for Preston when he goes off the rails, and even then, I usually let Jude handle him while I manage the fallout.
If Dahlia’s fever doesn’t come down, I’ll take her to the ER.
I suppose.
A whimper rips from her lips and she thrashes, her movements making the leather sofa creak beneath her. She curls her fingers, stretching and pulling at the jersey. It rides up, revealing her white panties and stomach.
Even under the soft light, the contrast of the white jersey is striking against her tanned skin.
My dick twitches to life and I tear my gaze from her to look out the window.
Her throaty moans echo in the air, silky and fucking erotic.
Apparently, the concept of keeping myself in check escapes me when this girl is around, because I tilt my head in her direction again.
Dahlia has slipped her right hand into her panties, touching herself in a frantic, uncoordinated motion.
The scent of her wafts in the air as she releases a sound that’s a mixture of a moan and a whine. Her left hand gropes and strokes her tits beneath the shirt.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I stride toward her and clutch her hand that’s in her pussy and yank it out.
Big mistake. Because, now, not only does the room smell like her sweet pussy, but it’s also the only thing I can breathe.
“Dahlia, wake up.”
“Mmm.”
“Dahlia, open your fucking eyes.”
“P-please…please…”
God fucking damn it.
I adjust myself, but it does nothing to deflate the bulge in my pants.
My knuckles brush her warm cheek as I tap. “Begging will get you fucked, wildflower.”
Her eyes blink open, slightly glazed over, the color more brown than green, sparkling as she studies my face.
“Kane…”
My name falls out of her mouth in a soft moan and I close my eyes.
Down.
Stay fucking down.
“Kane…” she moans again, softer, needier. “I’m warm.”
I open my eyes and start to pull my hand away. “Do you want to take a shower?”
“No… It’s uncomfortable. Mmm.” She grabs my hand with both her smaller ones and presses it on her soaking wet panties. “Touch me. Make it go away.”
Fucking hell.
Who knew that the ever-proud Dahlia Thorne, a literal thorn in my side, has this needy, seductive side to her?
“Want me to touch you here?” I lazily stroke her over the damp fabric and she throws her head back, her skin flushed, forehead sweaty.
“Yes, yes! More.”
My fingers slip beneath her panties, and I circle her clit. Her thighs tremble and a shiver rips through her.
She’s like a marionette in my hands, reacting to my merest touch.
Dahlia’s moans turn deeper, more desperate. “Yes…there…right there.”
“Here?” I slow down on purpose.
She grabs onto my wrist. “Faster…more…”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Dahlia? Want my cock to sink into that tiny cunt of yours and relieve the ache?”
“Yes…yes…it’s warm…make it stop…”
“You’ll take my cock so well, won’t you? Even if it’s big, you’ll be gasping to take more.”
“Yes…anything…yes.”
“You’ll be swallowing every inch like a very good girl and let me use you to get off?”
Her back arches as I thrust two of my fingers inside her.
Unintelligible noises of pleasure reverberate in the room, mounting and intensifying like a crescendo.
The air becomes stifled with her scent, dizzying and absolutely addictive.
No matter how much I’ve tried to deny it and how many times I’ve shoved myself back into that control box, ever since that first time, I’ve been fantasizing about fucking her again.
Owning her again.
Claiming her once and for all.
“You can barely fit my fingers, wildflower. How will you take my cock?”
“Mmm…I will. Promise.”
“Beg me to fuck you. To use you however I see fit.” I pump my hand forward and add another finger, thrusting into her at a steady rhythm.
Drawing every shudder and tremor and choked-up moan.
“P-please,” she says through a gasp.
Her body jerks and I reach my left hand beneath the shirt, grab her tit underneath the bra, and then slap the hardened nipple. “Say the whole sentence properly.”