Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“What do you mean?”
“I mean yes, I love your little home, but… let’s buy a new one. Together. One that’s ours.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Listen, that money is still going to be used for what I intended it to be used for — to set our kid up for life.” She rubbed her belly. “And this is step one of that.”
“I don’t know what I did in a past life to earn this one, but I really want to thank that motherfucker for doing it right.” I kissed her as she giggled against my lips, and then I was pulling her into my lap.
Instantly, my body reacted to her. If I thought Livia was hot before, it was nothing compared to now. There was just something about knowing she had my baby inside her that made me absolutely fucking feral.
I didn’t care how caveman that was of me, either.
I inhaled on a groan, deepening our kiss and wrapping my arms flush around her.
“You know,” she said against my lips, nipping at the bottom one. “We still haven’t broken that thing in yet.”
I arched a brow in question.
“The collar.”
Oh.
My cock twitched in my sweatpants, and Livia must have felt it, because her grin doubled, and the little vixen ground herself against me.
“Are you up for that?” I asked tentatively, though my body was screaming for me to run and grab that damn collar right now if it meant I got to be inside her tonight.
“I can’t think of anything I’d like more right now than to hold tight to that collar while I ride you.”
She hummed the words low in my ear before licking it from the lobe up, and I cursed, grip tightening on her hips.
And then I was up in a flash, spanking her ass playfully and sprinting to my bedroom for the collar. Zamboni scrambled at my urgency, giving us both a look before he huffed and waddled back to his dog bed in my room.
When I slid back into the living room on my socks, Livia was already naked, her sweats discarded, and she lay on her side like a Renaissance painting.
She was so beautiful it stopped me in my tracks.
I tracked every inch of her rich, velvety skin, from the slope of her nose to the small swell of her belly all the way down to the red polish on her toes.
“Fuck, Liv,” I breathed, shaking my head. “Look at you.”
“I’d rather look at you in that collar,” she said, curling her finger.
I took my time walking to her, and when she reached for the key around her neck, I held the leather in my hand out for her to unlock. It unfastened with a soft snick, and then Livia ripped it from my hand.
I saw it happen in real time, her slipping into her dominance.
It had me rock hard and ready to beg.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded. “Slowly. Let me see my play toy for the evening.”
God, I’d missed this.
I stripped as slowly as I could with all the eager energy roaring through my veins, and when I was fully bare, Livia smirked at my cock already erect and dripping for her.
“On your knees.”
I dropped instantly, eyes on hers, practically panting as she fastened the leather around my throat. She pulled it tight, and when it was where she wanted it, she used the key on the chain around her neck to lock it in place.
Every nerve inside me sizzled to life at the sound.
Her smirk turned wicked as she tugged the D-ring, testing the collar, tugging my chin up to meet her eyes. “There he is,” she purred. “My Rook. My good boy. You ready to serve your Queen tonight?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The words tumbled out hoarse, desperate, automatic.
Her nails grazed down my chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake before she grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me onto my back. I landed with a grunt, staring up at her as she straddled me, every curve of her body silhouetted in low lamplight.
“Hands behind your head.”
I obeyed instantly, fingers locking. The collar tugged at my throat as she leaned down and kissed me hard, deep, before pulling back with a sly grin. “You don’t move them until I tell you to. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her hips rolled once, deliberately slow, grinding against me until I was trembling beneath her. When I bucked my hips, unable to help it, she slapped my thigh with a sharp smack.
“I said still,” she warned, tugging the collar again. My cock ached, straining so hard I thought I’d lose it right then.
The power thrummed between us, hot and familiar and perfect. And the way she looked at me — fierce, proud, hungry — it burned through me like I was nothing but tinder.
Livia licked her lips as she pressed up on her knees. She spit on my cock, letting the saliva drip from her lips as I groaned and watched it coat me. Then, she used her hands to tease and play, to pump me until I was nearly in pain from doing my best not to move.