Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
"But I like telling you what to do."
"I don't have the energy for this right now."
"I told you, you need to rest."
"How the fuck am I supposed to do that with you in my house?" Her shoulders slump as she breathes a sigh. "I'm scared of you."
"Why?"
"Why?" She turns around and I move in closer, pressing her body against the sink. "Because you're dangerous. Because bad things happen every time you show up in my life. Because I'm fucking afraid of what you’re capable of."
"I'd never hurt you," I tell her, raising my hand to cup her cheek. But she flinches when I do.
"You already have. Too many times to count."
I don't argue with her. Instead, I wrap my fingers in her hair and tug on it. "I want you, Dove."
"Well, I don't want you."
"Then tell me to leave," I grunt. "Tell me to pack my shit and go. To never come see you again."
"I..." She struggles with the words, amusing me. "I n-never w-want to..."
"Yes?" I taunt her. "You going to finish that sentence?"
She doesn't. Instead, her eyes lock with mine and she stares me down stubbornly. But she doesn't say another word.
"When are you going to let me back where I belong?" I ask her next, running a finger down her bony chest, over her perky nipples and down between her legs. "In here... in your mouth... in your tight little ass. When are you going to admit you belong with me?"
"Never."
"I'm going to enjoy making you change your mind. You should've turned me in when you had the chance, Dove. Because now I'm never going to stop."
She pushes her fingers against my chest and I allow her to push me back. I laugh out loud at her, stumbling back as she advances on me. It would be so fucking easy for me to overpower her. To show her who's the real boss around here. But I'm saving it. I can't use my force on her just yet. I want her fucking willing for what's to come next.
"After tomorrow, I want you gone," she tells me. "I never want to see you again."
"Sure, liar," I smirk. My expression changes when I look into her eyes, though. She looks like she's in pain. Her eyes betray her. They show just how deeply Sam's death has hurt her. "Do you want to talk about what happened today?"
"Fuck off!" Her reply leaves no room for arguments.
"Do you want me to make it better for you?"
Her eyes narrow at me. “And just how the hell do you think you can make anything better?”
I kneel before her then, and her eyes grow wider and wider. I hook my fingers in her panties and gently slide them down her legs. Even I'm fucking shocked she doesn't fight me. But Dove stands perfectly still, eyes firmly closed as I slide her panties to the floor. I lift the silky wrap then, coming face to face with her exposed pussy.
"Don't," she whispers, the word barely audible. "Don't hurt me."
"Never." I kiss her. Kiss her hipbones, her exposed pussy, moving lower, between her legs. The feeling of her skin on my lips is intoxicating, overwhelming. I can't get enough, and from the soft mewl that escapes Dove's lips, I know she feels the same way.
"Why do you have to do this?" I look up at her, her eyes now open, tears welling in them. "Why can't you just leave me alone? This isn't love, Nox."
Once again, I’m smiling at my name on her lips. "No," I mutter. "This isn't love. It's obsession."
My mouth returns to her soft pussy lips and I part them with my tongue. This time she doesn't fight me, but she seems to be playing a game with herself, one where she can't make a single sound while I run my tongue up her sensitive flesh.
I want to remember the way she tastes in this moment forever. I want the taste, the feel of her, ingrained in my memory. Part of my fucking system. I can't stop now. I need more of her.
"I fucking worship you, Dove," I mutter against her skin, flicking my tongue at her clit. "You're all I want... all I think about... My obsession. My possession."
"I'm not property," she manages, but her voice is uncertain, weak. I see my window and I fucking take it, prolonging my licks, making her shake and tremble on the spot. "Ask me to fuck you, Dove."
"No."
"Beg me to take your holes again. How many men have been inside them since me? How many of them came in my fucking holes?"
She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes again without giving me an answer. But now I need to know because I'm a fucking glutton for punishment. I pinch her clit with my fingers, making her yelp in pain.