Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Oh!” I shriek, back arching as I convulse wildly. “Oh oh oh!”
The alpha male doesn’t stop. He keeps going, keeps pushing, fingering my ass while licking my clit.
“You’re such a dirty girl, letting an older man touch your butt like this. You’re a little buttslut aren’t you, Kitty Kat? You like being nasty and need Daddy’s dick and fingers to make you happy.”
I can’t reply because my curves are bursting into flames, my asshole clamping down on his digit as my pussy gushes and snaps. But Talon never stops. He continues talking dirty while toying with me, dragging every last spasm out of my asshole until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
Only then does he slow, withdrawing his fingers and lifting them to his mouth to suck.
I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Master, that’s dirty!”
But his blue eyes merely gleam.
“No, it’s not, sweetheart. I love the taste of your ass, and you’ll learn to love it too. Here,” he rasps. He climbs up the bed, straddles my waist, and looks down at me, face flushed, hair wild, before pressing his fingers to my lips. I suck obediently, eyes wide, but he’s right. The stanky taste is a turn on, and I moan with arousal.
“Good girl,” he says, eyes flashing with approval. “I knew my dirty girl would like it.”
He uncuffs my wrists, one at a time. My hands are numb, but I wrap them around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
Then, he pulls back and stares deep into my eyes.
“You did perfect, sweetheart,” he whispers, and is it my imagination, or is there something in Talon’s gaze that’s almost tender?
But the alpha male then rolls off me and lies on his back, chest rising and falling.
I curl up beside him, too spent to speak, and wonder if this is what surrender is supposed to feel like.
Because if it is, I never want it to end.
I’m boneless in the sheets, big breasts exposed, the taste of him and me and surrender still bright in my mouth. He props himself on an elbow, brushes the hair from my face, and I feel so exposed, so fully seen, that I almost flinch.
He rubs my wrists, thumb pressing slow circles into the tender skin. I don’t want to move. I want to stay here, half-wrecked, forever.
But my brain doesn’t let it go. The question that’s been circling since the first day finally bursts out.
“Why didn’t you claim my innocence just now?” I say in a low tone. The words are out before I can edit them, and they’re as raw as I feel. “You just paid six figures for it, so why did you stop?”
He’s quiet for a moment, dark head bent, before looking up at me.
“I told you. It’s not about sex, Kat. Not like that. It’s not like in your romance novels where there’s a hero who falls for the heroine, and changes his ways. It’s about the scene, and the dynamic. If I fuck you, if I take your virginity, it’s not a game anymore. It’s real.”
I laugh shakily. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Talon. It’s already real. Everything we’ve done so far is real.”
He nods, and for the first time I see something crack in him. Not just the surface, but deep inside. He rolls onto his back, stares at the ceiling.
“Power is easy,” he says finally. “Intimacy is complicated.”
I turn my head, trying to read him. “What are you saying?”
Talon looks tired for the first time, closing his eyes. I can see how tense the skin is at his temples, and how his jaw clenches a bit.
“Sex is tricky for pretty young things like yourself, Kat. You may find yourself in over your head.”
I stare at him, realization dawning.
“You think if we do it, I’ll fall in love with you?”
He closes his eyes. “I know you will.”
I bite my lip, fighting a million conflicting feelings. Want. Shame. And mostly, anger.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I say in a sharp tone. “I want the money. That’s all. That’s all it’s ever been.”
Talon turns, blue eyes drilling into mine.
“I’m not so sure,” he says, and his voice is soft, almost a lisp.
“I assure you, I can control my emotions,” I say in a stiff voice. “You underestimate me, Talon. I’ve been supporting myself for a long time, and I know what I’m doing. You don’t have to hold back because you’re afraid I’ll fall in love with you. Heck, you’re not even that great! Your ego’s gotten ahead of yourself.”
The moment I say that, I know that I’m lying because Talon McKnight is amazing. He’s a gorgeous, accomplished author, who’s already experienced far more life than I have. But I can’t take the words back, and he doesn’t respond to my barb. Instead, we lie there, neither of us able to say what we mean, the space between us crowded with unsaid words.