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)
But none of that mattered now.
Now I was lost in the raw, physical need to shove myself so deeply inside her she’d never recover.
The twisted monster in me wanted to hurt her.
Wanted her to feel me long after we fucked.
Wanted her to carry my mark.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
Sliding in farther, I growled, “Say my name.”
Her fingers dug into my upper arms as she turned her head, biting her lip.
I pulled back and thrust again. “Say it, Sabrina.”
Her gaze snapped to mine. “Sebastian.”
Again, I withdrew as gently as I could, easing her open, knowing she was still sore from this morning.
Her sweet body gripped me so tightly it took all my control not to lose myself in her.
“Say it again.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
I bit her shoulder, a sharp, possessive warning. “Look at me when you say my name.”
Her bright sapphire eyes met mine, flashing with pain and defiance. “Sebastian.”
I smirked. “That’s my girl.”
Her nails clawed across my back. “I’m not your girl.”
Fuck, I got off on her seductive blend of vulnerable innocence and feisty stubbornness.
Bracing myself above her, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. “We’ll see about that.”
Her hips shifted, inviting me deeper, and I knew she was ready.
I pulled back until just the tip of me remained inside her.
Until now, I’d been gentle. No more.
“Brace yourself, babygirl.”
I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt.
Her back arched while her nails dug deeper into my skin.
I latched onto her breast then drove into her soft body over and over again like a man possessed.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and cried out my name. The press of her thighs spurred me on.
“Fuck yes. Hold me tighter.”
Her body clenched around me, each spasm a spark to dry tinder.
At the hard press of her inner walls around my sensitive staff, my balls tightened.
Christ, this woman was like holding fire.
Never in my life had I been so blindly, irrationally turned on.
My cock was painfully hard, and yet I craved the pressure, wanting to hold off on my release for as long as possible.
I wanted to make her feel every inch of me, but my control was slipping.
And there was no fucking way I was coming before her.
I rocked my hips against her pelvic bone with a slow, driving pulse as I thrust into her with deep, long strokes. As I ran my tongue up the slim column of her neck, tasting the salty tang of her sweat, I moved my hand between us to press the pad of my thumb just above her clit. Not enough to stimulate her to a fast release, but just enough to increase her pleasure.
Her body jerked beneath me, her movements raw and instinctive.
Sensing her need, I flipped us, forcing her to straddle me.
My fingers tangled in the thick waves of hair that fell down her back as I grasped her hip with my other hand.
Her palms pressed against my chest.
I caught the glimmer in her gaze and smirked.
“Go ahead,” I rasped. “Hurt me back.”
Her blue eyes burned with challenge as she twisted her fingers into my chest hair and pulled hard.
The sharp sting shot straight to my core, fueling my need.
I thrust upward, impaling her, and her mouth opened on a silent scream.
Just then, the engines of the plane roared to life.
Her head turned sharply. “Sebastian, what’s happening?”
I tugged her hair, drawing her attention back. “Eyes on me.”
“Oh my God, is the plane moving?”
The buildings outside the small windows blurred as the plane taxied down the runway.
Her eyes narrowed. “You bastard!”
The heels of her palms pressed against my rib cage as she attempted to lift her hips and climb off me. That wasn’t happening.
I rolled again, pinning her beneath me.
“Get off me.”
“No.”
“I mean it, Sebastian. I’m getting off this plane.”
I smirked. “You’re half right. You will be getting off on this plane.”
Her teeth sunk into my shoulder.
I drove into her, groaning. “Bite as hard as you want. Draw blood. I’m not letting you go.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t do this, Sebastian.”
In this moment, I hated how much like my father I had become. Crushing a woman’s spirit all in the name of family honor was one thing, but I knew I was crossing a line into making this personal.
I was becoming selfish…obsessive.
I’d already violated the one rule that put a thin veneer of nobility over this entire fucking mess.
I’d originally planned never to touch her.
Now I smoothed her tangled hair away from her flushed face. “You left me no choice.”
The room vibrated as the plane picked up speed.
She turned her head, lowering her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek.
Leaning in, I licked the salty track from her skin.
Using the momentum of the plane and the steady hum beneath us, I moved again, slow and unrelenting.
“Don’t you dare.”
Ignoring her, I thrust deeper as her body spasmed around me.