Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
His fingers slip beneath the soaked lace, delving into the slick heat of my sex. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Oh, princesa," he breathes, his gaze flicking to mine. "No one has ever touched you before, have they?"
I shake my head, drowning in sensation as he plays with me, teasing me as if he knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how to break me.
"Good girl," he rasps, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Saving yourself for me. You knew I'd fucking kill anyone who had ever touched you, didn't you?"
"I…" I whimper, writhing against him. "God, please, Naz."
Two fingers tease my entrance, running in maddening circles before slipping inside. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my inner muscles clenching around him.
"That's it, mi alma," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Fuck my fingers. Let me feel how tight this sweet little cunt is."
I moan helplessly as he pumps them in and out, stretching me, filling me. It's not enough, not nearly enough, but it's so damn good.
Electric pleasure radiates through me with each thrust. My head falls back against the shelf as I arch into him, my mind numb with pleasure.
"More," I beg shamelessly. "I need more, Naz."
"Greedy girl." His wicked chuckle has my thighs trembling around his waist. "Can you take one more, princesa?"
"I…I…" I whimper, hesitating. Can I? Should I? I don't know, but my inner muscles clench around him at the thought.
"Pull my cock out, Brynna. I want you to see what I'm going to ruin you with, little one. You'll beg for one more when you see it."
My hands shake as I fumble around, trying to obey. I finally manage to undo his belt, tugging at the button and zipper of his expensive pants with a desperation I've never felt before. I need to see him, to feel him.
I shove my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard length. He's so big, so fucking big.
God. How is he possibly going to fit inside me?
I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, a whimper lodged in my throat. "Naz…"
His amber eyes blaze as they meet mine. "Pull it out, princesa. Let me see those pretty eyes go wide when you realize exactly what I'm going to ruin you with."
I hold my breath as I pull him free, my eyes widening at the sight exactly like he said they would.
He's huge, long and thick, the broad head flushed a deep purple. A bead of moisture glistens at the tip, making me ache to run my tongue over it and taste him.
"One more, mi alma?" he rasps, his voice gritty. "Can this greedy little pussy take one more now?"
I nod frantically, beyond words, beyond thought. I just need him stretching me until I break apart in his arms.
Pride flares in his eyes as he adds a third finger, sinking them deep inside me. I cry out at the exquisite stretch, my back bowing off the shelf. The pleasure is edged with a sting of pain so sweet it's almost unbearable. I instantly love it.
God. What is he doing to me? What is he turning me into?
I moan brokenly as he fucks me with his fingers, stroking deep. Within seconds, I'm on the edge of something earth-shattering.
"Look at you," he breathes. "You're so fucking beautiful letting me wreck you. Do you feel it yet?"
"F-feel what?" I gasp, quivering on the edge of something so deep it's terrifying.
His lips slide along my cheek, seeking my ear. "You, handing your soul to the fucking devil," he breathes before nipping the shell of my ear.
The combination of his sharp bite and his words splinters me apart. I shatter with a cry, his name a broken prayer on my lips. And in that moment, I feel him slip into place in my soul, claiming a little corner of it as his own.
"Good girl, mi alma," he breathes against my skin, working me through every last aftershock. "Good girl."
"Naz," I whimper, pressing my face against his throat as my heart races and I gasp for breath. Bliss slides through my veins, turning me inside out.
Did I just hand the devil my soul? Probably.
Do I regret it? Not even a little bit.
"Brynna," he whispers back, nuzzling his face against me in a way that's achingly sweet. God, this man is nothing like I expected, and somehow, everything I expected at the same time.
The shrill ring of my phone shatters the moment before we can say anything else. I try to ignore it, desperate to cling to the blissful haze surrounding me, but it refuses to relent.
"Fuck," Naz mutters, lifting his head to look at me. Frustration burns in his gaze as if he knows exactly like I do that the ringing phone signals the end of our afternoon together. "You should probably get that, mi cielito."