Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
She trembles at my touch, like she’s scared. I force myself not to grab her so hard, and take a breath as I feel the heat pulsing through that supple skin. I take a breath, feeling my blood roar like a lion as I calm the need to pull her around, crush my mouth to hers and claim her as my own immediately.
But first, I’m going to show her that she needn’t be scared. Not of me, and not of anything while I’m around.
“You’re here now.”
She nods. “Yes,” she says quietly, her voice like a sultry, tempting angel.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
She nods again.
“Good,” I purr into her ear, my cock twitching at the way her breath catches.
“Because you’re mine now.”
…And I swear to God, she whimpers.
My jaw tightens and my hand slides over that soft, warm skin.
“Tell me why you’re here,” I growl.
“To clean, and cook, and—”
“No,” I say softly, shaking my head as I step around to stand in front of her. I let my hand trail over her bare arm, relishing in the goosebumps they leave. “No, why you’re here.”
Fuck, looking at her now almost makes my resolve not to just take her crack. She looks so fucking innocent in that little white sundress with the little pink flowers, her long blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, and those long, slim legs pressed so tight together.
I can promise, they’re not tight enough that I couldn’t pry them apart right the fuck now if I wanted to. They wouldn’t be so clenched if I were to run my tongue up those smooth calves, push her knees apart, and lick my way up between her legs until her sweet little pussy was leaking through her panties.
“A bet,” she says, looking at her hands in her lap.
When I don’t say anything, she continues anyways.
“My father, he…” She trails off, and when she finally drags her eyes up to mine, I see in her eyes what I already knew, before she looks away again.
There’s no love there. No familiar bond, or feeling of loss for leaving him like this. Hell, I can empathize — my own dad took off when I was six, after giving my mom a black eye and me a kick to the stomach.
Maybe that’s an extra reason why seeing the way Tommy’s been treating her makes my blood boil. Why it makes me want to take her away from him and keep her for myself.
“Angel,” I purr quietly.
She looks up at me again quickly at the softness in my voice. I know what she thinks of me. I know what she’s heard, and the effect the power and fear that I wield has on her. But I’m going to show her that past that, there’s more.
And it’s all for her.
I lower myself onto the balls of my heels, crouching down in front of her. I don’t hesitate when I put my hands on her bare knees. She gasps quietly, and my cock throbs painfully hard between my legs at the sound of it.
I want to push her knees apart right there. I want to lick my way up those supple young thighs. I want to pull her panties to the side, or fucking tear them off and run my tongue over her sweet, untouched, teenage cunt.
I want to taste her honey until I’m drunk off of it, and then bury my tongue in her asshole until she’s squealing for more.
“You’re not here to be my servant, angel,” I say quietly. One hand strokes her knee while the other reaches up and cups her chin. I let my thumb run along her jaw as my eyes burn right into hers.
“You’re here to be my queen.”
3
Skye
His hands on my knees make my stomach do all sort of flip-floppy things. My pulse races, the blood pumping to places I’m ashamed to admit.
I tremble.
“You’re scared.”
“I—”
I close my eyes, shivering. I’m not. Well, a little, but mostly I’m just so overwhelmed by him. I mean, he’s beautiful, not to mention terrifying, and dark, and enormous. I feel the throb of something heated through my core, my body tensing.
The dark suit he wears fits him perfectly, maybe even better than the one he wore at the wedding I saw him at that once years before. And like last time, his huge, broad shoulders strain at the material and stretch his crisp white dress-shirt across a thick, muscled chest. And he’s so big all over that even when he’s crouched down like this, I know if we were standing, he’d tower over me.
I chance a look up again, and this time, I fall in, big time. Those dark, powerful, gorgeous eyes of his pull me in. I’m sucked into his power, drawn in by the perfect symmetry of his clean-shaven jaw, his defined cheekbones, and those perfect lips.