Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
But I need her with me, all the way with me, and I knew that would be my challenge.
The idea of a fake fiancée to complete my merger would have been a hard no if not for Alana, but that need served a purpose. It presented me with a favor I needed from Alana. I know Alana well enough to know she won’t turn her back on me unless she believes I turned my back on her. And we almost ended up there tonight.
“You undress with me,” she suggests.
“Not yet,” I say. “I want to see you. I want you to want to do this for me. But if you don’t trust me…”
She blinks. “You think I have to trust you to undress in front of you?”
“Not everyone would, but you do.”
There is a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before her chin lifts defiantly. “I don’t have to trust you to have sex with you, Damion.”
It’s her defense mechanism, her way of letting me know that she may well be the one walking away after this, not me. She doesn’t need to prove that to me. I’m aware of the tightrope I’m walking with her. Too damn aware.
She drops the dress and kicks it aside.
My cock does a whole lot more than twitch. I left my clothes on for a reason. I’ve been rock-hard since the moment I touched her, but I’m also determined not to rush this. That’s not what she needs. It’s not what we need. She’s a hell of a sexy sight standing before me in nothing but black thigh highs, barely-there panties, and lacey bra that barely covers her perky, pink nipples.
I’m happy as fuck right now because she did this for me.
Because no matter what she tells herself, no matter how much she claims her undressing for me is just about sex, we both know it’s about trust.
But I’m enjoying the fuck out every second of this.
“Take the rest off,” I order.
She draws a breath and the reaches for her bra, unhooking it and throwing it aside. Her breasts are as high and full and just as beautiful as I remembered. The truth is, that since I was old enough to know it to be true, she has always been perfect to me. All the other women never had a chance. They were just a way to fuck. Alana has always been more to me than sex. And that’s exactly what always put her in my father’s sights.
Because she was always in mine.
And ironically, me coming back to the States to protect her has become the catalyst for me knocking him off his throne. She is the way I end him before he does something all of us will regret. Before he does something that hurts Alana and her family in a way I will never let him survive.
She reaches for her panties, pulling them down her long, shapely legs and then kicks them aside. Her sex is naked when hadn’t been in the past, and a rush of possessiveness comes over me. I don’t know who she shaved for, and I don’t want to know. She can grow it the fuck back for me.
I have never wanted a woman’s submission the way I crave Alana’s right now, and not just because owning her is protecting her. Because I want it. I want her. But Alana is Alana. If I push her too hard, if I push her the way I like to push, she’ll erect her armor and shut me out. Our trust is fragile, and if I test her limits, I may lose her. That means not asking too much, not taking too much, even if I want everything. I toe off my shoes, pull my shirt over my head and toss it before standing up and removing my pants, my cock a damn steel beam at this point.
She stares at my erection, which any man can tell you is a path to getting fucked faster. It also makes us want more attention for our cocks; a hand, a mouth, in this case, her riding me any way she likes will do just fine. I catch her fingers in mine and walk her to me, sitting down and taking her with me. Alana comes down on top of me, straddling me, my cock pressed to her backside.
I fold her close, her breasts between us, her hands on my shoulders. She smells like flowers, honey, and sunshine, and feels even better. And when her eyes meet mine, I’m not immune to what passes between us. The connection. The emotional bond that spans decades. The holy fuck way I want to be inside her every moment I’m with her. I tangle long strands of her silky hair in my hand and drag her mouth to mine. “Do you still think this ends with you hating me?”