Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Scarlett…”
Without finishing that sentence, he slides his hand against my neck before threading his fingers through my hair.
“I would really appreciate it if you answered my questions,” he says, finally. “I’ll answer any of yours.”
I swallow as he trails a finger across my lips, as my body begs me to give in to him—to ease the ache between my thighs that’s worsened every night since I left him.
“Please,” he says, his voice low. “Can we talk?”
“No.”
“Okay…” He keeps his eyes on mine, still touching my bottom lip. “Can we fuck?”
“What?” I gasp. “I hate you.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“That’s fine,” he says. “Can we fuck?”
“Just once…” The words leave my mouth before I can think them through, and his mouth crashes against mine.
I shut my eyes as he grips my waist, the familiar feeling of his kiss dominating me with ease.
He slides his hand under my dress and pushes my panties to the side.
Groaning, he yanks them off and lets them fall to the floor.
“Is this still mine?” He presses his thumb against my clit, massaging it in slow, sensuous circles until I’m soaking wet.
My eyes flutter open as he pushes me onto the couch.
I watch him take out a condom and unbutton his pants in the same way he’s done in all my misguided fantasies. With his gaze locked on mine, he gently grabs my right leg and lifts it over his shoulder.
He slides his cock deep inside me, and I can’t help but moan his name.
I hate that I’ve missed this—that I’ve missed him—but as he thrusts in and out of me, my final walls of denial crumble.
“Is this still mine?” he asks.
Yes. “Ahhh…”
“Tell me it’s still mine,” he demands, thrusting into me harder. “Tell me now.”
“Yes.” I pant. “It’s still yours.”
“I fucking thought so...” He abruptly pulls out of me, denying me an orgasm and leaving me too far from the edge.
Before I can tell him to finish, he grabs my hips and turns me around to face the windows.
Then he slides into me, deeper this time while grabbing a fistful of my hair.
His eyes meet mine in the darkened glass, and I moan as he slaps my ass between thrusts.
“You’ll always be mine…” he growls in my ear. “Always.”
My nails dig into the cushion as my pussy throbs against his cock, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I can’t hold on anymore.
He kisses my neck before biting my skin, and my body begins to shake.
I cry out as he pushes me to my limit, and I feel his body tense behind me at the same time.
“Jameson…” “Scarlett…” we say in unison.
I fall face forward into the pillows, and he keeps his hands on my waist to keep us entwined.
Panting, I take my time catching my breath and savoring every second of the aftermath.
His lips move against my neck before kissing my collarbone.
When I can finally feel my legs again, he slowly pulls out of me and turns me over.
“Can we talk now?” he asks. “Or would you like to show me how much you didn’t mean ‘once’?”
“The latter,” I say, and he kisses me, sliding into me again.
And again…
MENTAL ANGUISH (N.):
MENTAL SUFFERING WHICH INCLUDES FRIGHT, FEELINGS OF DISTRESS, ANXIETY, DEPRESSION, GRIEF AND/OR PSYCHOSOMATIC PHYSICAL SYMPTOMS.
SCARLETT
Several Hours Later
I’m naked and lying on top of Jameson in the suite’s oversized bed.
He has one hand pressed against my back, and the other against my leg. I assume it’s so he’ll know if I try to leave him before check-out without saying goodbye.
That’s all there is to say, though.
Mind-blowing sex aside, nothing between us has changed.
And I doubt it ever will.
Leaning over, I reach toward the nightstand to grab my phone, but Jameson suddenly grips my wrist.
“I left the drawer wide open for you,” he says, his eyes still shut.
“Huh? What drawer?”
“I know you or someone else had to see it,” he says. “Why didn’t you see it?”
“I…” I shake my head. “Jameson, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Was it Ray McKnight?” he asks. “Did he put you up to this? Was it my stepfather?”
I stare at him, remembering that he’d fallen into a trance like this weeks after we first met.
He’s even saying the same words…
“Jameson…” I softly shake him. “Jameson, wake up.”
“My father didn’t do this and you know it.” He speaks even louder. “You fucking know it, Mr. Hansel...”
His grip on my wrist tightens, but his eyes remain shut.
“When I get done with you, Peter Hansel, you’ll be looking up at me from Hell, and regretting the day you ever fucked me and my family over.”
“You’re hurting me, Jameson.” I bang on his chest with my other hand as he squeezes me even tighter. “Jameson, stop!”
“Fuck you, Peter Hansel,” he says. “Fuck. You.”
“Jameson—” I hit him as hard as I can. “Please, just—”