Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Yeah. You love this dick, don’t you, little girl?” His breath is hot on my neck, his grazing teeth sending tingles to my core, signals that the end is near. “Good. You’re going to be getting a steady diet of it. Up that baby girl ass, down your throat, in this tight motherfucker of a hole between your thighs. Mine. All of that is mine. Do you understand me?”
“I understand,” I whimper, my head falling back.
Slapslapslapslap.
He’s bouncing me now, the momentum of his pumps picking up, his hips ramming mine into the door, his grip bruising beneath my knees where those extra-large hands hold me open, accessible to his lust. “Eric,” I moan.
“It’s time to catch my sperm, you horny little thing,” he growls into my ear, hips pistoning madly. “Here they come. Welcome them home like a good girl.”
I’m already close to my peak just hearing those words, knowing he’s about to break. But then Eric reaches down and fondles my clit and I accelerate toward the edge, my knees jerking up and wedging beneath his armpits, his final drive grinding me into the door, both of us groaning like animals as the moisture leaves him, traveling into me with thick gushes. His lower body jerks with every one, my core spasming around him, fingers clawing, male hands clutching. Mouths open and panting against each other. There is no way to describe the euphoria, only that it’s like having the tension raked from my body while my chest fills with a new kind of tightness. Affection. As we come down from heaven, clinging to each other, I can barely stand the calamitous shift in my chest. Love. I’m feeling…love.
I’m caught so off guard by the emotion, I start to push him away, trying to disengage, but Eric only holds me tighter, flattening me more securely against the door. “I feel it, too, Greta,” he says hoarsely. “Let it happen.”
“Scary,” I gasp, one word all I can manage.
“You’re safe with me.” He lays kisses all over my face. “You’re home.”
That single word intoxicates me and I believe him. Trust him enough to look him in the eye and let him see the rearrangement taking place in my chest. The expansion of my heart as it includes him, allows him to burrow deep. He is still planted between my thighs and the longer we look at each other, the more I feel him beginning to thicken again. We start to breathe faster and he drives upward slowly, so deep that my legs tremble, a cry leaving my mouth. But we don’t break eye contact, his male vulnerability on display even as he takes me like a possessive master, pinning me to the door with every roll of his hips.
We’re so sensitive, it only takes a minute for both of us to come again and it’s less explosion this time, more of a desperate, grinding reach, his teeth burying in my neck, fingers digging into my backside while I moan his name.
Seconds later, I’m limp against him, his mouth planting kisses in my hair when a bellow rips down the underground passages of the arena.
“Bentley!”
That’s my father’s voice.
We both stiffen at the raw, angry sound of it and I search Eric’s face questioningly. “Do you think he’s angry about the way we snuck off?”
For some reason, Eric looks concerned, a groove forming in his forehead. “I don’t know. I’ll go find out. You stay here, all right?” He strokes a hand down my hair. “You look like you’ve been assaulted.”
I kiss his chin. “Only in the best way.”
One corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m all for Rick knowing who you belong to, but if he’s already pissed about something, the bite mark might put him over the edge.”
Laughing softly, I swipe some of my tinted lip gloss from his mouth. “Good point. I’ll wait here.”
Eric looks a little concerned, but I try not to let that worry me. As soon as he steps out into the hallway, I begin to straighten my clothes, covering the love bites as best as possible with limited clothing. But I pause in the act of smoothing my hair when Eric and Rick’s voices clash right outside the supply room door.
“I bet you thought I wouldn’t notice—”
“Let’s talk about this somewhere private,” Eric interrupts him.
“No. You’ve jerked me around enough. This is an eight-figure contract, Bentley. It’s the keys to the kingdom. And you signed it with a phony name?”
A phony name?
Why?
This…this doesn’t have anything to do with me, does it?
Eric agreed to sign the contract with LA. He agreed to do that without me giving in to his demands to become his wife. I was given a choice. Wasn’t I? Did he give himself a failsafe in case I decided I wasn’t interested?