Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Once there, I gently placed her on the bed.
I needed mobility when I took her, because it’d been too long.
It’d been two months, sixteen days, and one hour.
I knew because I’d been counting down the days until I could see her again.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she accused when she pulled away. “Stop it and get inside of me.”
I didn’t reach for the condoms.
I never did.
We had an understanding since we were young and dumb.
I would never, ever be inside of her gloved.
Her pussy was mine, and my cock was hers. There was already too much between us. We didn’t need that, too.
I lined my cock up with her entrance and eased inside, giving her time to adjust like I always did.
She mewled as she arched her back, her shoulders digging into the bed and her tits thrusting upward.
Like always, I dropped down to pull her pert nipples between my lips.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “How do you do this to me?’
I didn’t know.
I wish I did, because maybe I could stop myself from trying so hard. Give her something to miss.
“You were meant to be mine,” I said instead. “You’ve always been mine. When something belongs to you, you learn everything about it, inside and out, to make sure you can bring them absolute pleasure. I’ve been mastering the art of you since you first let me inside you, Shayne Rodriguez.”
She shivered in pleasure, her hips circling, urging me on.
I moved inside her, building her higher and higher, helping her chase what she needed.
And the moment her pussy started to clench around my cock, drenching me with her pleasure, I let loose. I forced my cock inside of her, so deep she’d feel me for the next couple of days, and came.
Her outer thigh would have bruises tomorrow from my fingertips as they clenched onto her skin.
She didn’t care, though.
She was just as possessive as I was.
She liked when I left marks.
She liked when I made every other man know I was hers.
Maybe that’s what I needed to do.
Maybe I should just force her to be mine.
Maybe that was the key…
“Our food is getting cold,” she breathed when we came down from the high of each other.
I curled a piece of her hair around her ear and said, “Fuck the food.”
Hours later, as I got dressed, I contemplated what I should do.
I knew I couldn’t say anything.
But I could warn her.
And I could dress her.
Shayne was a heavy sleeper, so she didn’t notice me getting her dressed, or plugging her phone in.
She also didn’t notice me pulling her gun out of her side drawer and tucking it into my pants.
I didn’t want her to have it.
Since the warrant was a no-knock warrant, I didn’t want her to get startled and accidentally start shooting.
That would be a nightmare I didn’t want her to have to deal with.
But it also left her likely freaking out in the morning.
I scrubbed my hands in my hair, mussing the dirty blond locks with my fingers before I went ahead and put socks on her feet next.
Going to her closet, I pulled out a pair of tennis shoes that I’d be taking with me, because I knew she’d be coming to the station barefoot.
They’d pull her in, mostly because Costas was her brother, but they’d let her go immediately.
I would have her shoes waiting for her when she got out.
Then, since I’d made the decision last night that the playing nice thing wasn’t working for me anymore, I packed her a bag.
She wouldn’t be coming back here.
Not if I could help it, anyway.
Sometimes I check out my cleavage and think, “Wow, that’s where the rest of my cookie went.”
—Ande to Shayne
SHAYNE
I was unsurprised to find my bed empty in the morning.
When we came to my place, he never stayed long. Whether it was at my hotel room, my apartment, or Nonna’s place.
What I was surprised to find was myself dressed.
He must’ve done it for me when he realized that I’d be home alone.
He hated when I wasn’t prepared for anything.
And it was on that thought right there that I decided, enough was enough.
Today was the day that I finally threw in the towel.
I wasn’t going to do this anymore.
Not for Costas.
I’d given him the best I could, and it wasn’t good enough.
It was time for him to stand on his own two feet.
I came out of my room, fully dressed thanks to Quinn, looking for my shoes that I knew were around here somewhere.
“Where ya’ goin’?” Costas asked as he saw me head toward the door.
“Looking for my shoes.” I looked at him, really looked at him, and said, “I’m going to look at apartments, because I can’t stand to be in the same house that you conduct gang business out of.”
My blunt honesty shocked him. “What?”
“You heard me,” I said. “I’m done living here. This is my last night. I’m moving to a hotel until I can find a place to stay.”