Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Would I give it all back if Liv agreed to put on a show for us like I tried to coerce her to do back in high school? I’m curious what her answer would be now, knowing what’s at stake. One night for hundreds of millions of dollars?
In my room, I close the door and remove my jacket. “Get your hair wet,” I instruct. “Everything wet.”
He holds my gaze until he turns around and steps into the bathroom, pulling his shirt off over his head.
Opening my own shirt, I slide it off my arms, kick off my shoes, and pull off my socks.
The shower starts, and I pick up the chair next to my door and walk into the bathroom. Dallas faces me, dropping the rest of his clothes as I set the chair down. His eyes fall to the chain around my neck. It’s the third time he’s looked at it today. Does he like it?
He steps into the walk-in shower, the glass partition shielding me from the spray as he dips his head back, water cascading down his body. “Paying for young men to fuck you,” he says. “And knowing that all they want is your money.”
His stomach draws my gaze, tight and lean, his perfectly carved chest making the skin of my lips hum. I remember him letting me run my mouth over his torso years ago—biting, kissing, sucking. It was one of the only times he let me explore instead of getting right down to it. Lowering my eyes, I see that he’s semi-hard, and I lean back, rubbing my cock through my pants.
“You get older,” he goes on, “the boys get younger.”
I’m not my father.
“The sex feels good,” he tells me, “and then it doesn’t, so you do it more to fill the void.”
“Wash your body.”
I’m not like him, either. Sex isn’t my weapon. Surviving him is, and I want him to see me standing over him just once.
Squeezing my bodywash into his hand, he coats his chest, the suds sliding down the skin. My groin swells with blood, and I keep rubbing.
He watches my hand. “And then one isn’t enough and you’re paying two or three to fuck at a time.”
“Stroke yourself,” I command.
He doesn’t blink as his eyes lock with mine and he pumps his dick. The skin glistens, suds spilling off his shaft. Fuck, I want to ride him.
“Sneaking in and out of hotels,” he taunts, “slipping them out of discreet doors…”
But I shake my head. “No.” I lick my parched lips. “Just you.”
I’ve been attracted to plenty of men, but nobody turns me on like he does.
I’ve never wanted to be the center of someone’s mind like I wanted with him, and I don’t know why. He’s beautiful and good in bed and his smiles stir my insides, but his behavior is rotten and he’s proven he’ll never care about me.
I want to own him anyway—and he doesn’t get to walk away from me this time until I say so.
“It’ll just be you, Dallas,” I whisper. “Until we hate each other.”
Until he’s ready to kill me, because he wants away from me so badly.
Opening my belt and pants, I take out my cock, jerking it a little faster as he rinses. His hands glide over his body and his hair, all of his muscles flexing, and I want him inside of me now.
Not tonight, though.
I stand, still fisting myself. “Get on the bed.”
The water pours over his body, his hand frozen on his head as he rakes the water through. Sophia’s asleep and the guards downstairs can listen to this all they want. I won’t be able to be quiet.
Without waiting for him, I move into the bedroom, hearing the shower turn off. I open my nightstand drawer, removing a condom and some oil as Dallas walks in, rubbing a towel over his hair.
He looks at me, and I look back, waiting. What will I do if he refuses? I could do a lot, but if I’m coming for him, then that means I’m not coming for someone else, and he’s smart enough to know that.
Tossing the towel onto the floor, he takes a seat on the end of the bed.
“Turn over,” I say.
He jerks his head toward me, the surprise evident in his glare.
Straightening his spine, he turns over and climbs onto the bed, lying on his stomach. Moving to the end, I gaze at his long legs and ass, my mouth begging for him as much as my cock.
I push my pants down and climb up, hovering over him. Without hesitating, I glide my tongue in one long, smooth stroke up his ass, feeling him shuddering underneath me.
“Fuck,” he growls, short, shallow breaths leaving his body.
I hold my smile. He fucking liked that.
Taking his flesh between my teeth, I nibble, lick, and kiss up his body, across his shoulders, and on his neck as I rake my hand through his wet hair.