Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
The heavy beat of the music filtered through the walls, though it was subdued, and our breaths heaved in a frantic melody.
The keys clanked when he propped me against them, and he took a seat at the bench while he was shoving my dress up my thighs. “Need to taste you, Little Dove.”
“Okay, yes, I’m good and fine with that,” I whimpered as he ripped my underwear down my legs.
I shucked the little wristlet from my hand, and it clattered against the keys before it dropped to the floor.
A low chuckle reverberated through the desire-drenched room. “Always so eager, aren’t you, Tiny Tease?”
He spread me by the knees, exposing me, and my hands were trying to find purchase on the keys, the clanging notes going off as I struggled to find balance.
But with Milo, there was no footing.
No grip.
I was just in a freefall.
Falling forever.
“Such a good girl, dripping for me.”
He looked so savagely gorgeous there, sitting between my legs that he held open. He was so wide and rough and rippling with a strength and brutality that attested to the man who he could be.
Grabbing me by the back of one thigh, he pushed one big finger into me to the knuckle.
A gasp jolted from my lungs, and I shifted on the keys.
“Look at your pussy, throbbing and needy.” He drove his finger in and out.
Tingles raced, a shimmery pleasure streaking across my flesh, lifting goose bumps along my arms.
“Milo.”
“Told you once I had you, that was it. You belong to me now. This sweet, delicious cunt. Is it mine, Little Dove?”
“I’m yours. All of me. Take it and hurry up while you’re at it.” It rushed from my lips.
“So eager,” he rumbled as he was letting go of a dark, delicious chuckle before his tongue was swirling around my clit.
He licked and lapped while he added another finger.
“Oh, crap, yes, Milo.”
He flattened his tongue, stroking me just right, his fingers shifting to rub at that spot inside me that had me seeing stars.
He thought I was the sun, but when he was touching me, I was a supernova.
Nothing but a fiery fever that rushed through my body.
And I was whimpering and trying to hold on as he drove me higher, as all the elements came together, earth and water and sun and sky, and I was flying.
Soaring through his darkness.
This man my perfect eclipse.
I pulsed and shook as the pleasure blistered through my being, and Milo was on his feet and yanking open his fly and pulling out his enormous erection.
I didn’t even have time to appreciate it before he stuffed me full, then I was totally, completely appreciating it in a different way.
Aftershocks still rolled through my body while fresh sparks of bliss lit up my insides.
“Milo.” I clawed at his shoulders like I could keep up with the force of him.
Impossible.
His thrusts were ruthless.
Possessive and deep and hard.
“Milo,” I begged again.
“Whatever you need, Little Dove, I’m going to give it to you. All of it. Always.”
“Always,” I whispered back, and he was yanking me up higher, holding me upright as he drove me up and down his shaft.
Our bodies pulsing and writhing as he slammed into me.
Taking me.
Owning me.
Ruining me.
And I was coming apart in his massive arms.
His.
And he was shouting as he throbbed and poured into me.
And he was mine.
And I believed in him with every part of my being.
My Beautiful Beast.
Sweat drenched our skin and heat covered the air, our breaths harsh and haggard as we clung to each other for the longest time.
Finally, Milo pulled back, though he kept me there, held in his arms, warm eyes flaring with intensity as he murmured, “I love you, Tessa. So fuckin’ much. And I hope you know that means I’ll do whatever it takes to give you a good life.”
“I know, my sweet man. I know.”
He squeezed me once before he set me back on my unstable feet, and a giggle was getting free as I searched around for my underwear. “Um, I feel like we sullied that poor piano. I think that was the best action it’s seen in years. Probably ever.”
Low laughter rolled from him. “Maybe don’t tell Eden what went down in here, yeah? Trent might not approve.”
“Pssh…keep this from Eden? I’m pretty sure you’re written all over me right about now, Milo Hendricks. I’m glowing with the good D. No wiping the evidence away.”
He grabbed me by the hip and jerked me against him, his voice rough at my ear. “Exactly the way I want it, to be written all over you. Inside and out.”
My tummy tipped.
“Signed and sealed, baby.” I did my best to pin on a grin when I was totally serious.
The man had branded my vagina.
Milo’s.
I slinked back into my underwear and straightened my hair, and my phone started to ring from my bag.