Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Bobby glared at him. “Never—-” She bit back another cry as Leandro’s mouth once more closed over her nipple and started sucking. She tried to get away, but his fingers around her wrists were hard as steel. “Stop it,” she gasped. The pleasure was making her forget her very sanity, and she threw away her pride and choked out, “Stop sucking on my nipple.”
The explicit words made him stop, but by saying them, she also felt like she had fallen deeper into his trap.
Leandro raised his head, smirking as he asked, “Was it so bad?”
Oh, that smirk! She was torn between wanting to slap it off his face and feeling even more aroused by it. God, this had to stop. She wriggled against his hold, not knowing that it only caused her breasts to jiggle deliciously in his sight, and the tips of her nipples brushing against his chest made Leandro groan.
“Let go of me!”
“Never.”
“This is crazy.”
His smirk disappeared. “No, Bobby. This is right. This was how we connected in the first place, and I think it’s fitting we start anew like this.”
Fear at what those words meant made her struggle even more desperately. “I don’t want to start anything with you!”
“Too late, my love.” And then he bent down to suck on her other nipple.
Bobby gasped, torn between indignation and a sensual bliss so treacherously beautiful it tempted her to surrender. “You said you’d s-stop if I told you to!”
Leandro lifted his head again. “I did. And I stopped. But this is your other nipple, is it not?” He laughed at her hiss of outrage, and she looked so mad at being fooled he knew she would have scratched his eyes out if her hands were free. She was so passionate, her fiery spirit matching his hot-blooded temperament, that Leandro knew no other woman would suit him better than Bobby. And so it was also the other way around. He only needed enough time to convince her of it.
“I love you, mégaira. There is no one like you.”
Leandro spoke the words so easily it scared her even more, and the sexy grin on his face just made everything more terrifying. She couldn’t let this happen. She just couldn’t. If she allowed him back into her life, she would lose control over herself again and this time, there would be no turning back. If she belonged to him again, it would be forever – even if he one day realized he didn’t want her anymore.
“Let me go, please.”
Leandro responded to her demand by kissing her hard, his lips moving insistently over hers until she was forced to open her mouth and let his tongue in. He took possession of her mouth and kissed her more deeply, exulting in the taste of her. When he raised his head, he smiled in sheer male satisfaction at the dazed look on her face.
The smile made Bobby recover herself. “Jerk!”
“Yes,” he purred. “I am, only to you and only for you, my beautiful shrew.” She struggled anew, making her beautiful bountiful breasts shake harder and with a groan, no longer able to keep his hands away, he let her wrists go so he could cover her breasts.
It was as large as he remembered, his palms unable to completely cover them, and he groaned with real pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded them hard.
Bobby tried to push him away futilely, her hands pressing against his shoulders with all her strength. But it was like trying to get a heavy rock off her. “Get off me, you jerk.”
“That’s not what you really want to call me, Bobby.” He smirked at her.
She started to retort but bit back another moan instead as he started twisting her nipples with his fingers. Pain and pleasure blended with each other as he continued playing with her nipples, and she squeezed her eyes shut so he wouldn’t see how much his touch affected her.
“Jerk,” she gasped out.
Leandro only laughed. “Come on, Bobby. Be true to yourself. You’ve never been a liar.” Before she could answer, he had already bent his head and was hungrily sucking her nipple again while his other hand continued playing with her breast.
She tried pulling his head away, gripping his hair, but he retaliated by sucking so hard and then biting her nipple that Bobby ended up releasing a long, pleasure-loaded moan.
“Say the word, Bobby,” he whispered between tiny bites of her nipple. “Say it.”
Her fingers gripped his hair, but now she could no longer find the strength to use it to pull his head away from her nipple.
“Say it.”
The velvety invitation in his words worked like seductive magic, tempting her to forget even just for today the fact that he was the person who had ruined her life.
Leandro looked up, and lust blazed in his eyes. “Say it.” He punctuated the words with hard squeezes of her breasts.