Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“If we do this, Noelle, you need to know that you become mine. I do not back down. I do not give up. You are mine.” He wouldn’t share.
She would belong to him. He had no problem with that. For six months, he’d waited and pined, and now, he wasn’t going to wait around anymore.
She put her hands on his chest. “Then that will make you mine.”
That was all he needed to hear before he slammed his lips down on hers.
****
Finally.
Noelle couldn’t believe how long she’d been waiting for this moment. The feel of his hands on the back of her neck, his lips on hers, and his body pressed so close, was sheer heaven. She knew it was going to feel good, but she didn’t quite know how good it was going to be. This was better than anything she had ever imagined.
Another whimper tore from her, and Evil swallowed it down.
She couldn’t get enough. There was a hunger inside her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she wanted him so badly. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was slick. She couldn’t ever recall feeling a need like this before. It was intense. Consuming.
Evil pushed her back until she hit the wall. His hand let go of her neck only to grab her arms and slam them above her head. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, and he nipped at her pulse. She closed her eyes, arching her back, and moaned his name, not wanting him to stop.
This was pure lust.
“Say it, Noelle,” he said.
He pulled back, and she looked into his eyes that were so intent on her. She knew what he wanted, but it was next to impossible to say the words, even though she knew deep down they were true. She did belong to Evil. It had been that way since she had worked for him.
Could she do it, though? Give herself to him?
The boyfriends she had before had been nothing. Not really. Just men she had dated and company.
Evil wasn’t just asking to be her boyfriend. He was asking for complete and total control. Not BDSM—this was ownership on a different level. She felt it and saw it with the way he was around her. Part of her was afraid. What he wanted was taking a part of her away from who she really was.
She licked her lips and stared at him.
“We go no further,” he said.
“I’m yours.” This had to be one of the scariest moments of her life.
He slammed his lips down on hers, and she whimpered, begging for more. Hungry for it.
Evil reached down and grabbed her ass, and she had no choice but to hold on as he lifted her. There was no time to protest. Within seconds, he had her in his bedroom. He dropped her onto the edge of the bed, and with a few easy movements, her shirt was gone, along with her skirt.
He dropped them to the floor and stepped back.
She watched him tug his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and revealing the strong expanse of his chest, as well as his abundant tattoos that made her mouth water. With the shirt on the floor, Evil didn’t waste a moment in getting his jeans off. All that remained was his boxer briefs.
Noelle stood, staring at him as she reached behind her back and flicked the catch of her bra. Dropping it to the floor. He’d already seen her once before, but now, this was different. His men weren’t close by. This was between them.
Before she could touch her panties, Evil was there, grabbing her hand and shoving it out of the way. He took hold of the panties, tightened his grip, and tore them straight from her body.
“You’re not going to be needing panties anymore,” he said. He covered her pussy with his open palm. A single finger slid between her slit, making her gasp at the sudden contact with her pussy. “I see how wet you are for me, Noelle.” He groaned.
She cupped his dick over his boxers. “And I see how hard you are for me.”
“Always.” He nipped at her bottom lip, stepping her back, and with her knees hitting the bed, she fell on her ass.
Evil was there to nudge her back. He grabbed her knees and spread them open wide. His gaze hadn’t left hers even though she lay naked, wide open for him.
Always for him.
“I don’t consider myself a patient man, Noelle. For you, I waited. I gave you six months. I’m not waiting anymore. I’m not going to hold back, and I’m not going to hide who I am.”
“Then don’t.” She knew he tried everything he could to keep her from his world. What he didn’t seem to get was that she’d been part of his other world before. With dead, drunk, and drugged parents, and living on the streets, it was impossible not to delve into that world. She had kept herself safe. She’d survived. Worked her way into affording a cheap apartment. Worked her ass off.