Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
His lips brushed mine while he rasped, “Dolcezza, don’t fight me on this.”
He spoke so softly, I could almost convince myself it wasn’t a threat.
His lips pressed against mine, swallowing my whimper.
As he traced the tip of his tongue along the edge of my teeth, he pushed my blazer off my shoulders.
He increased the intensity of the kiss then his hands tore at the collar of my T-shirt, wrenching it in half.
My cry was lost when he angled his head, deepening the kiss.
The backs of his fingers brushed my stomach as he reached for the fastening to my jeans.
I covered his hands with mine, trying to stop him.
In response, he stepped forward, pushing me back.
I fell across the bed.
He rubbed his hand over his chest, then lower. “How do you want this, babygirl? Gentle…or rough.”
My pussy still was sore from his rough handling earlier that morning. It was a disturbing, pleasant soreness, a pulsing, bruising reminder.
“I want you to let me leave.”
He forced his knee between my legs as he leaned over me. Keeping his heated gaze locked on mine, he opened his mouth and swept his tongue over my bare stomach. His mouth then hovered over my breast as his warm breath teased my nipple through the bra’s lace.
“Talk to me. What are you so afraid of?”
You.
His tongue traced a heated path along my neck before he captured my earlobe with his teeth.
My hips bucked as I fisted the bedcover.
His other hand cupped my breast while he whispered in my ear, “Tell me.”
My back arched as I licked my dry lips. “I’m not this woman. I don’t have casual, random sex like this.”
He slipped his hand inside my jeans.
His two middle fingers pressed against my clit as he growled, “Make no mistake, sweetheart. There is nothing casual or random about this.”
The button on my jeans snapped off as he tore at the fastening.
This was all happening way too fast.
He stood and tore my jeans off with such violence, my panties slipped down between my knees. He swept my loafers off with them as well. I was left in only my bra.
Before I could pull my panties back over my hips, his powerful hand shredded the flimsy fabric. I raised my leg to kick out at him, but he hooked my knee over his arm and wrenched my thighs open.
His warm, wet tongue pushed between my slit. He then placed open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before swirling his tongue's tip around my clit.
I writhed beneath his restraining hands. My body wanted this, but I didn’t.
“Please, don’t. Please, we can’t.”
“That’s not the begging I want to hear from my babygirl.”
I rolled my head from side to side as I tried to close my legs. “I’m not your babygirl. I’m not your anything.”
His growl vibrated deep within his chest as he reared upward. With his brow lowered, he bared his teeth as he stared down at me with a fierce glare.
In that moment, he was more beast than man.
Terrified, I flipped onto my stomach and tried to crawl to the other side of the bed.
He grabbed me by my bra strap, snapping it off as he yanked me back toward him. Then his palm connected with my ass.
“Ow!” The sting sent a shockwave up my spine.
He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled. “Go ahead. Tell me you’re not mine again.”
His other hand ran along my back before grabbing my hip. My world spun when he flipped me. The cool silk of the bedcover soothed my burning ass cheek while I sank into its plush softness.
“You’re scaring me.”
“Good. You should be scared.”
My eyes widened. “Why would you say something like that?”
He stood at the end of the bed and slowly unzipped his pants. They slipped down his legs to pool at his feet. His cock bobbed between his legs. Straight, hard, and mesmerizing.
He fisted his shaft. “This is why.”
I shimmied back on the bed and stared at his intimidatingly large cock.
His hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled me toward him, as he placed a knee on the bed.
Then the heat and weight of his body pinned me down.
I pushed against his naked chest. “Please don’t hurt me.”
There was an unholy light in his eyes when his jaw stiffened.
I shoved harder at his chest, in a panic now.
Whatever was happening here, it was deeper and more sinister—I could feel it.
His cock pushed against my entrance as his lips skimmed mine. “I’m sorry, babygirl. That’s not an option.”
He thrust inside me.
CHAPTER 24
SEBASTIAN
With four simple words, she crushed what was left of my soul.
Please don’t hurt me.
No matter how I tried to rationalize what I was doing.
No matter how many times I told myself she would gain my name and unimaginable wealth.
No matter the justification…
There was no denying she was going to get hurt.