Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
That please weakening my resolve to storm out of here, I turn around and stomp up to the toilet.
I guess after all he’s done for me, I can hand him a damn towel.
Snatching up the towel, I hold it out in front of me as I walk up to the shower. Doing my best to ignore his dripping wet, gorgeous body.
Jude smiles at me as I approach. Making me think he’s utterly clueless to the turmoil churning inside me.
Throwing the towel in his face is tempting, but I resist the urge.
I will not stoop any lower than I already have and act the petty bitch.
I will leave here with what’s left of my dignity intact.
I will be the better person.
At least that’s what I tell myself before the motherfucker grabs me.
Reaching his arm out, he tricks me into thinking he’s reaching for the towel.
But the moment I’m within grabbing distance, his hand locks around my wrist.
My world spins as he yanks me into the shower and pushes me up against the wall.
“What?!” I gasp and sputter as water pours down on top of me.
Jude slaps his hand over my mouth.
When I smack and claw at him, he quickly and deftly grabs up my hands one-handed. The fucker having had too much practice over the past few days.
Pinning my hands above my head, he pushes himself between my thighs.
My eyes going wide as his cock finds my entrance, I shake my head back and forth.
What the fuck?
Seriously, what the fuck?
I thought he didn’t want me…
Reading the question in my eyes, he grins. “If you love something, let it go…”
Didn’t he say that when…
It was another one of his dirty tricks!
Glaring murderously at him, I try my best the bite the flesh of his hand.
Laughing, Jude rocks forward, thrusting into me.
I’d like to say I’m so pissed I’m as dry as the Sierra, but that would be a lie. I’m drenched, and it’s not from the shower pouring down on my head.
“You came back to me,” Jude groans, his eyes momentarily closing in bliss. “Again.”
As his thickness spreads me open, I have to swallow back my own groan.
I guess no amount of anger or rage can dampen the euphoria I feel when he’s inside me. If anything, it only enhances it.
He’s said many times my pussy was made for him, and I think I’m starting to believe it.
There’s just something… almost fucking magical when we join.
Eyes flashing open, Jude pulls back then pushes forward, filling me up again.
His hard stare holding me as firmly as his hands.
“You want me as much as I want you,” he rasps. “Want me more than you want air.”
Slowly, as if he has all the damn time in the world, he works himself in and out of me.
Building up the pace until I’m squirming and panting against his palm.
“Admit it,” he demands.
Shaking my head, I refuse.
I… just can’t.
To admit I want him would be like admitting defeat.
And I’m not ready to face that possibility yet.
He’s gotten so far under my skin, I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to exist without him.
But I know I’ll have to.
Someway, somehow, I’ll have to find a way to go on without everything he’s showered upon me. And I’m not talking about his damn money.
Money has nothing to do with any of this.
It’s his worship and devotion.
His sick love and obsession.
And all the little things in between.
I have to give it up, no matter how bad I’m starting to crave it.
Or need it.
For everyone’s sake.
Jaw tensing, Jude’s eyes narrow into a glare. “I’ll prove it to you.”
Then he hooks his thumb around my nose and pinches off my air with his fingers.
Tipping his hips, he starts to drive into me in a way that hits both my g-spot and clit at the same time..
“I know you think I’m insane,” he declares as his palm pushes harder against my lips. “You’ve said it many times.”
As intense pleasure surges through me, making me weak, he growls, “And you’re right, I am. There are voices in my head, angel.”
Trembling against him, my head starting to become light and fuzzy, I try to yank my hands out of his grip.
Disturbed by this new revelation.
What does he mean there are voices in his head?
His fingers tighten around my wrists and he yanks my arms up until I feel like I’m being stretched out on a torture rack.
“Voices that have encouraged me to do dark, unspeakable things,” he snarls like he’s pissed.
With no way to move or escape, I’m forced to endure everything he pushes on me.
Endure the extreme jolts of sensation radiating from my clit as his groin smashes against it.
Endure the insane amount of pleasure he’s pounding against my g-spot.
All while not being able to breathe.
Harder and faster he drives himself into me.
“But now all they do is sing.”