Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“You’re protective of her.” He turns and taps my nose. “I like to know your weaknesses. You don’t tell me much, but you express a lot in your face. Did you know that? It gives you away. Provides me with so much information.”
I did, and I’ve tried to rectify it, but it never seems to work. So, I’ve learned to make excuses for it instead.
“And will you tell me yours?” I ask stepping up so our bodies are aligned and touching. “All your secrets? You must have plenty. What are you again? The boss?” My fingers touch his lips, drawing an outline.
He bites at my finger, putting it between his lips then sucking before releasing it. Why are you asking Isadora?”
“You know all mine, why can’t I know yours?” I smirk as he steps away, opens the door to his house, and I follow him inside. It’s open plan living. There are two single suede black sofas then a white two-seater next to that. No television just a fireplace with a small coffee table and a few magazines scattered over the top.
“But I don’t believe I do know them all. Now do I?” Jasper walks to the very open and huge kitchen. Black large lights hang from the ceiling as he grabs two shot glasses and pours tequila into each one. He eyes me over his lashes, waiting for my reply.
“A girl has to have a few secrets, now doesn’t she?”
He picks up the shot glasses and walks over to me, handing me one.
“You should stop wearing that wig, it does nothing for you.”
“But I like it.”
“You’re beautiful, Isadora. But you know that already, don’t you?”
I smile at his words and he smiles back, and as he does a snake comes to mind. He slithers close to his prey so he can strike. And let’s face it, close is where he is right now.
I drink the tequila in one go clutching the glass in my hand, and I lean forward to taste his lips. He lets me, he tastes of tequila and mint. Jasper doesn’t touch me when he kisses me, his mouth does all the work, and because he’s so good at that he doesn’t need hands to seduce me.
I’m excited to fuck him.
I bet he’ll be great, probably one of the best I’ve ever had.
Pulling away, I lick my lips.
He puts his glass to his lips and finishes his drink. With a smirk he looks at me. “I’m onto you, Isadora Marine, but that’s okay. I like to bite.”
8
Isadora
Jasper directs me to a room where he turns on the light and starts unbuttoning his shirt, kicks off each shoe, then turns to me with the front open. His chest is covered in ink, dark black ink. He smirks when he sees me ogling. He pulls the shirt off his shoulders followed by his belt, that doesn’t get dropped to the floor. Instead, he wraps it around his hand as the smirk never leaves his mouth.
“What is it you want, Isadora?” he asks me.
I want him.
I want what only he can give me.
He’s a bad boy, so I’m hoping hard, fast and rough.
I should be nervous to be in this situation with him, but I’m not.
“It’s you that wants me here, Jasper. Why don’t you tell me what you want from me?”
He quirks an eyebrow. “That game?” he asks.
I’m not sure if I want to play a game with him, I have this funny feeling Jasper will never lose. “What is it you want to do to me, Jasper?”
“I want to taste you first. Take that skirt off and lay on the bed, put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. You owe me a kiss after all.”
The belt tightens in his fist as my hands touch the edge of my skirt pulling it down. When it drops to the floor, I leave my G-string on, and climb onto his bed lying on my back and turning to face him then placing my hands above my head with a smile.
Jasper walks over, my hands go back and the belt comes free as he grips them and starts to wrap it firmly around them tying me to the post of the bed. When he’s done, he steps back, smiles and admires his handiwork and stalks by stepping to the end of the bed, then to the other side of the bed, eyeing my body as he goes.
No words are spoken, I guess none are needed.
His shirt that was caught on his wrists comes free, and the amount of artwork covering his skin makes me gasp. He’s absolutely covered. There’s not one small patch of skin available. When he sees my eyes roaming up and down, he smiles.
“Is that surprise or interest you have on your face?” he asks me.