Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I swallow away the lump in my throat because of my throbbing pussy.
He leans back with his hands on the bedding, a smirk slowly forming on his face. “Good night, Stella,” he repeats.
But all I can do is stare at the beautiful man in front of me in those ungodly sweatpants that should be forbidden, wondering how much longer I can resist. The quiet in the room is in such clear contrast with the noise in my mind.
“Aren’t you going to leave?” he asks, pausing for a second. “Do you even want to?”
I gently shake my head.
“Then what do you want?” he asks.
I take a single step closer, lured in by the possibilities that are endless and beyond my wildest imagination. But God, do I want this man. It’s been eating me alive because I hate it. I hate how much I want him even though he’s my captor.
There’s just something about him—about the way he moves, the way he acts—that makes me stay. He let me talk to my mother, the one thing that meant the most to me, and it nearly got him killed. Still, he didn’t seem to regret it for one second that he took me to see her. He risked his life to give me what I wanted. And my heart is beating so fast I can barely take it.
“Do you want me to kiss you again?”
I take another step closer.
There’s a filthy smile on his face. “Come here.”
God, the way this man commands my body with such ease should be studied.
When I’m right in front of him, I instinctively straddle him, wanting that closeness, and I grab his face with one hand, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my skin.
His hands are still firmly planted on the mattress, as if he’s physically restraining himself to hold back. “Ask.”
God, just that one word makes him so insufferable … and so damn inescapable.
“Kiss me,” I murmur so close to his lips I can almost taste them just from the memory alone.
A cheeky grin forms on his face. “You didn’t ask.”
My lips brush against his. “Do I really need to?”
I plant my lips onto his, softly pecking him, and the humming groan that emanates from deep within his body sets mine on fire.
He groans with frustration as I lean back just a little, and he slams his lips back onto mine with fervor, eager for more.
His hands reach up to grasp my waist, his calloused fingers sending shocks down my spine, as our kiss deepens, his lips tantalizing and hot as he forces mine apart to roll his tongue around. I moan into his mouth, and his length bounces against his sweatpants. The fact that I arouse him so much is such a turn-on that I grin while kissing him, and as his tongue twists around mine, I grab his hands and shove them down to my ass.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his dick bobbing up and down again.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips.
“Is that an indecent proposal, Tesoro?” he murmurs, kissing me while squeezing my ass.
“I wasn’t asking,” I reply, “I’m demanding.”
“You know I don’t take kindly to being bargained with,” he says, tugging at my lip with his teeth. “Saved by my wife, yet she still wants to blackmail me.”
“I won’t.”
He raises a brow, nipping at my lips. “That’s not enough, Tesoro.”
I swallow and gently kiss him again. “I want you.”
“Make me believe it.” The fire raging in his eyes is unmistakable, desire threatening to consume us both.
I kiss him deeper, harder, faster, wanting more of him, more of that sliver of need he’s giving me, while hiding the pure, animalistic hunger underneath.
I whisper into his ear, “Fuck me.”
His cock throbs beneath my thighs, another groan escaping his mouth. “No.”
Still, his lips leave scandalizing kisses all over my neck, and I struggle to even breathe.
God, why must he torture me so much? First, the shower, and now this.
His hands slide up my back as his kisses grow mad with lust, and my mind is reeling.
I should hate him for making me his wife against my will, but I want him so badly I can’t even function or think about anything other than fucking him right here, right now.
I don’t care about the consequences, and I don’t care if it doesn’t get me out of here. I don’t want to use him to free myself. I want to use him to satisfy this deep ache for him that’s taking control of my body.
I grab his face and kiss him so hard that his nails dig into my flesh as my tongue dips out to roll around his, desperate for more.
“Take me,” I say.
“No,” he growls against my lips.
I suck in another desperate breath between kisses. “Please.”
I never thought I’d ever beg a man, but here I am, on his lap, begging him to fuck me hard, like an animal in heat.