Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Seth moved with his usual efficiency, gathering the last of the bags, but Heavenly knew him too well. His calm came from bracing, not peace. He was holding himself together by a thread.
It was going to snap. Beck’s composure, too. She could feel it.
Inside, Seth locked the doors and set the alarm. They deposited everything in the mudroom, then climbed the stairs together. Each step made Heavenly’s pulse accelerate. Anticipation coiled in her chest.
Soon…
Down the hall, Hudson paused at his bedroom door. “Night, guys.”
“Hey, Hudson Cooper,” Seth called softly.
“Yeah?”
“Sleep tight, son.”
A slow smile tugged at Hudson’s lips—pride and belonging wrapped in two words. “You too...Dad.”
“See you in the morning, kid,” Beck added, his voice rougher than usual.
“Today was a big day. Get some good sleep,” Heavenly murmured.
Hudson grunted in reply and nodded, then disappeared into his room. His door clicked shut.
An electric silence followed. The air between the three of them crackled.
They were finally alone.
Now she could begin making them whole again.
All of them.
Beck rolled his shoulders and flexed his hands like he was itching to touch her now that he was finally allowed to. “Inside.”
Heavenly swayed into the bedroom. Beck followed, hovering behind her as she removed her jewelry—earrings, necklace, engagement ring—and set them on the dresser. Seth entered behind them and closed the door.
They were alone.
Before she could turn around, Beck slid a thick arm around her waist and spun her to face him. Her heart skittered as he devoured her with a dark, desperate stare. The distant, polite mask he’d worn for Seth’s family shattered, replaced by a fierce, consuming gaze.
The palpable urgency rolling off his body practically singed her skin.
Heavenly didn’t wait for Beck to take the lead. She twisted from his arms, stepped to the center of the room, and slowly, deliberately, sank to her knees at his feet, head bowed.
The air left Beck’s lungs in a harsh breath. “Heavenly—”
She lifted her chin and peered up at him with beseeching eyes, letting him see the total surrender she offered. Freely. Intentionally.
“Little girl, you don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Her voice was steady. Sure. “I need to…Sir.”
She saw the moment he realized she wasn’t just giving her body, but offering to refill what days of denial had taken from him—to restore the control he desperately needed.
Beck’s eyes flashed dangerously, his chest heaved, but instead of the harsh command she expected, his expression softened. He lifted his hand and cupped her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. “I know what you’re doing. You’re giving yourself to me, to take what I need.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
For a long moment, he stared. Heavenly began to squirm as he slid his trembling thumb against her bottom lip. Had she misread him?
Seth moved closer, eating her up with his stare before he settled his hand on her crown, his fingers threading through her hair—gentle where Beck was demanding, tender where Beck was raw.
“You’re beautiful like this, angel.” His voice sounded thick with emotion. “Giving him what he needs.”
She looked up at Seth, saw the understanding in his eyes. He knew what Beck had endured. And he was giving this moment to Beck without hesitation.
“I will, Sir.”
Seth caressed her one last time, then stepped back, leaning against the dresser—present and supportive, but ceding control.
Then Beck’s eyes darkened, something fierce and hungry burning through the tenderness. He glanced at Seth briefly—a silent question, maybe even a challenge—before his gaze snapped back to her.
“You know what you’re offering me.” Not a question. A statement.
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you know I’m going to take it.” His voice dropped, dangerous and dark.
Her breath caught. “Please.”
Something shifted in his expression—the last of his softness hardening into an utterly dominant hunger. He curled an impatient finger under her chin and forced her stare to meet the demand in his.
“Be very sure, little girl,” he warned, his thumb pressing against her pulse. “Because I’m starving, and I’m not going to be gentle about reclaiming what’s mine.”
Her breath caught.
Her heart raced.
Heat flooded her pussy, quivering with the same desperation etched on his face.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
“I’m going to make you beg for me, little girl. I’m going to use your sinful little body until you’re sobbing and pleading. And if you’re good, I might let you come. But not when you want to. Not when you’re ready. Not even when you’re hanging on by the tiniest thread.” His grip tightened fractionally. “You’ll come when I decide to let you. Not before.”
Her nipples beaded.
Her womb cramped.
Desire thickened her voice. “I understand, Sir.”
Beck’s eyes flared. “You think you do. Stand.”
It wasn’t a request.
Heavenly’s stomach whirled with excitement as she kept her eyes locked on his and complied.
“Strip,” Beck ordered, brushing his lips over hers before curling his hand around her throat in pure possession. Then he reluctantly released her. “Slowly. I want to watch you reveal every inch.”