Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Eugenia…” Playful, swiping his tongue over the tips of her toes, he called to her.
A very clear call for something more.
Plucking the textbook from her fingers, he cocked his lips. Away went valuable knowledge and on came a hungry male, prowling. Slow, efficient, in his conquering of the damsel on the couch.
The first kiss wasn’t inquisitive. It wasn’t searching. It didn’t ask.
Not that she let him get away with it. Hand to his chest as if she had a dream of shifting his weight, she bit. And he laughed, biting her back until she yelped.
Her snarl followed with the captain knocking her book to the floor, working his knees between her thighs, and leaving her gasping when he rocked against her.
“No more putting it off.” All growls, all husky moans, he worked his clothed hips between her legs. “No more pretending not to look at me then blushing when you get caught. No more teasing. No more pining.”
“Do I climb on all fours and promise to keep my head forward?” The spite, it came through, Eugenia unsure if it was intentional or not.
Aaron’s pain followed, though it was buried deep in a searching hazel gaze. “I want to see your face. You know that.” Running the length of his pants-clad erection over her panties, his demeanor hardened. “Not that I won’t make love to you that way when the mood strikes.”
He always called it making love. Whispered about the things he would do to her in her ear as she woke, detailed exactly which part of her body he couldn’t wait to lick, suck, tease when they showered.
Two weeks of readjustment and an endless sensual assault.
Ending now.
Because she was wet—he had that power. More importantly, he had that skill.
But so did she. One lingering look before he went to work and she’d leave him adjusting himself and cursing. Licking her lips when they dined on fish, on berries from Joan, overtly sexual and entirely cruel, she made him a simmering monster of need.
Need she refused to fulfill yet egged on with mean giggles and evil lip-biting.
That was their game.
Chase and take.
“Aaron?”
Drawl liquid, he said, “Yes, honey?”
No way was she going to allow him to set the precedent. Kiss-flushed lips to his ear, she whispered, “I never did teach Chloe my deepthroat secrets.”
“Jesus.”
“But I won’t swallow you down unless you look me in the eye the whole time. Unless you say my name. Unless you come where I can taste it.”
Rearing back, he said, “You’re an evil woman.”
Which left her laughing. Laughing as she pushed him to sit. Laughing as he fought his belt and zipper. As he shimmed out of his jeans and that incredible cock sprang free. Smirk in full effect, she lowered between his thighs and met the hungriest, most vulnerable of male gazes with a wink.
And then she made him suffer.
It might have been six years, but committed penetration virgins knew tricks most men could not imagine.
Drawing out his agony, swallowing around his girth, fondling parts of him that would send most men screaming from the sensation, she brought him to a climax that had him doing far more than calling her name.
Through it all, he held her eyes—exposed, in love, manipulative, evil, good, lonely, unrelenting man that he was.
Eugenia drank him down like wine.
When air became a necessity, she pulled off his cock with a loud pop to her lips and smiled.
“That was mean.”
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she asked, “Does Chloe do it better?”
Narrowed eyes and an agitated groan were his answer. “Every man you’ve done that too… they are very lucky they are not on my ship.”
Which set her back to laughing. “It’s funny when you get jealous.”
As the topic of jealousy seemed to be the thorn that always irked him, the captain frowned. “Tell me you love me.”
Arching a brow, she challenged, “Do the tongue thing.”
“No.” There was her playful lover. The one who needed so much she might never fill the void.
He called it making love, but the things he did to her that night—everywhere but the bed—all of it was what Eugenia could only describe as fucking.
Primal. Passionate. Filthy.
Against the wall in the corner. Draped over the couch, her legs hooked on his arms. The floor as she tried to crawl to her pillow. In no part of his room did he not violate her.
In no encounter did she not give what she got.
Were it a game, were there a scoreboard… he cried out her name three times more than she cried out his.
She won.
And took her victory to a soft bed, held by a hard man, smiling as she dreamed of pizza and the medical wonders that once upon a time could be found on the internet.
Chapter Nineteen
Fingers pumping between tingling labia already smeared in his spend, the captain’s hooded gaze drank her in.