Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
With a sexy man like him ready to worship me, no matter what.
With a home like this to fill with love, for good.
“You’re sure you’re not angry?” I ask lightly.
He shakes his head and kisses my stomach. The symbolism is sweet, but I’m too turned on to let my emotions get the best of me.
“Not at you.” He gently urges me to sit, staying between my legs as he kneels closer, draping my thighs over his shoulders. “Never at you.”
I tremble at him spreading my legs open wide, his gaze brightening with desire and hunger as he eyes my pussy. Bare for him. Within his reach. The warmth of his breath against my slick flesh torments me.
Without another word, he brings his mouth to me and licks me. His tongue swipes all the way over my entrance, a hot, velvety caress that makes me moan. I lean back, letting the desire heat my blood.
He’s determined to please me, to prove there’s no anger in his heart for me hiding this pregnancy from him. I’m already too close to coming on his tongue so heavy and hot on me, lapping up my juices. Then his lips pull at my clit before he flicks the tip of his tongue against that sensitive bud. He barely has time to push his long fingers into me and curl them against that spot inside. On a loud cry, I come, tensing up and nearly clamping his head between my legs.
Incoherent gibberish trails from my mouth as I lie back, but I can’t close my eyes. I’m too eager to watch him strip. I scoot back, addicted to the reveal of his hard, tatted, scarred body. His skin is taut, all those muscles flexing and bulging as he crawls onto the mattress to join me.
I kiss him, pulling him down to hover over me.
He angles his cockhead to spread me wide, and with one full push in, he fills me. He stretches me, and I moan as the delicious burn of being so full turns into exquisite pressure, driving me toward another climax
“I love you,” I whisper as he draws back to pound into me. We’re both panting, riding the rush to our climaxes. It’s too soon, too fast, but with the adoration in his eyes focused on me, I have faith that this is only the beginning.
26
ANTON
I’m in no rush to get up after all that happened last night. I lie in bed and sigh, keeping my eyes closed to cling to the bliss of a few more minutes of sleep, and it comes back to me like a dream.
Going to see Liliana and getting her to attend the party with me. Then the shock of her pregnancy. More than anything, her declaration of love sticks with me the most.
I’ve given up on that illusion for so long that it seems surreal to have it now. Not with someone from my world, or anyone who would seem “right” for me. But with Liliana.
I open my eyes and roll over to seek out her warm body. Not much light filters in from behind the curtains, but as I blink the sleep away, I know it’s early. Practically the middle of the night. The dimness tells me we’ve only just fallen asleep.
When I realize that she’s not in bed, I sit upright and check that I’m not imagining it.
What the hell?
I rack my brain, trying to pinpoint where I could’ve gone so wrong with her. Where I missed a cue or failed to see something was off. Last night was a frenzy of so many things at once, maybe a shock to the system after I’d kept my distance and watched her from afar. But she was happy.
I think back to the bliss and how much faster my heart beat when she replied that she loved me too.
I recall the smile on her lips as she kissed me at the Grayson Ball, nervous to be there with me but enjoying it.
And I can’t erase the pure joy that encompassed me when she confessed that she’s pregnant with my child.
“Where the hell is she?” I mutter, staring at the empty side of the bed where she should be. Then I lift my gaze to the bathroom door. She’s not in there, either. I don’t need to look to know. I’d hear her. There’s no point in checking the rest of the penthouse, because the clothes she’d arrived in yesterday are gone.
She left me.
As I drag my gaze away from where her clothes had been folded and piled on top of the chair, I notice a square of white paper.
Anton,
I didn’t want to wake you so early, but I needed to get to the bakery. We have some baking to do before we open.
Liliana
It’s a short, simple note, and it begins to appease me. It’s not like she took off without explanation. This isn’t an escape. Still, it’s not enough, either. She doesn’t add anything more, like her plans to see me again.