Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I ran a hand down the smooth expanse of her back, watching as her muscles tensed beneath my touch.
Her skin, warm and soft, shivered under my palm.
Her ass was divine. Full, round, thick in a way that made my mouth water, my cock twitch, my little bit of control shatter.
I’d always had a weakness for beautiful things—fine art, rare sculptures, the kind of luxury that took years of meticulous craftsmanship to create.
But this?
This was the kind of perfection that was entirely natural. The kind that no artist could ever replicate, no sculptor could ever mold, no painter could ever do justice.
And she was mine to worship.
My fingers traced the dimples on her lower back, lingering over the small, shadowed indentations that made her ass even more hypnotizing.
“Look at you, chérie,” I murmured, dragging my thumb along the dip where her back met her ass. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
She squirmed slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
“Rae.”
“Yes?”
"You need to cancel that flight.”
She chuckled.
I frowned. “I’m not laughing.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “I have a sexy scene in my film to prepare for—”
“You have all of my sexy scenes to be the leading lady in for the rest of this year.”
She blinked in horror. “Year?”
“What do you think this is? A fling? You’re mine now. I’m taking you to Paris.”
She chuckled.
Completely serious, I stared at her. “I’m not joking.”
And as much as I wanted to just forget about the conversating and stuff my aching cock into her, I knew that we needed to get this settled, because when I slipped into her pussy. . .I knew I would be completely hers.
Damn it. We must. . .talk. . .
A sudden surge of unknown darkness pierced my chest like a blade, slicing through the very core of my being. The rawness and intensity of fear consumed me, twisting and contorting every nerve in my body until I was almost paralyzed with terror.
It was the sort of horror that rushed in when a man realized he was standing at the edge of something dangerous, something he could not control.
I was already falling, already sinking too deep into her, and if she wasn’t serious about me—if this was nothing more than a fling to her—then I was walking straight into devastation.
Because the moment we sat down in Alchemy and began talking, I had seen it all too clearly in my mind, the way our lives would unfold.
A slow, inevitable path from dating to engagement to marriage.
A future that I had never cared to imagine before, not with any woman, not until now.
And if she weren’t serious, if I were the only one seeing it—then I would have to find a way to pull myself back before she ruined me completely.
Before she became the first and only woman to ever break me truly.
I stepped back. “Rae. . .we should talk.”
Chapter fourteen
Wet, Wrecked, Worshipped
Fabien
Instantly, she stopped laughing and looked at me over her shoulder. “Fabien. . .what do you mean we have to talk?”
“Is your passport up to date?”
“Uh. . .yes but—”
“Is it here in New York?”
“Would you calm down?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Will I need to call the police?”
“It’s too late you’re already arrested by an international spy.”
She laughed.
Oh. She thinks I’m playing.
I lifted my hand and brought it down hard on her lush ass.
The sharp smack echoed through the suite.
“Oh!” She gasped, her spine arching, her ass jiggling beneath the impact in a way that made my vision blur for a second. “Holy fuck.”
Think.
I stilled, my palm resting against the curve of her ass, feeling the lingering heat from the smack. Her body was still trembling, her breath unsteady, but something in her laughter, in the teasing lilt of her voice, gnawed at me.
I’m missing something.
She wasn’t afraid of me.
She wasn’t holding back because she didn’t want this.
She was holding back because she still saw an exit.
And maybe that was my fucking fault.
Maybe the problem wasn’t that she was hesitating—it was that I was trying to force her into a decision she wasn’t ready to make.
I was asking her to drop everything, to rework her life, to abandon whatever plans she had for the sake of me—a man that she had just met.
But wasn’t I the one who could move?
Wasn’t I the one with endless resources?
I had spent the last few hours trying to claim her.
Trying to own her.
Trying to bend her to my will.
But was that the mistake?
Was the real answer not making her come to me, but going to her?
The thought lodged in my chest like a blade.
Well. . .this is interesting. I don’t think. . .I know how to do this. . .
I had never chased a woman in my life. Never restructured my world around someone else. But fuck. . .wasn’t that exactly what I wanted from her?
I wanted her to choose me, to see a future in me, to trust that I wasn’t just some passing storm in her life.