Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I don’t care what your intentions are. I’m leaving after the baby is born.”
“We’ll see,” he mocked in a condescending tone. “Home is where the heart is, and your heart belongs to me.” Pushing my panties to the side, he slid two fingers inside me, and I didn’t hesitate to ride his hand.
“Ahhhh…” I panted, knowing this wouldn’t take long.
When his finger glided back to my clit, I released a heady moan, my body once again betraying my mind. His predatory regard watched my every move in a primal way. There was so much emotion behind his penetrating stare, and I was aware it probably mirrored mine, further proving his point that I truly was his. At that moment, there was no need for words. Our eyes spoke for themselves as his fingers began to really caress me.
My mouth parted, and he placed his forehead on top of mine, his lips inches away from my mouth.
I could feel his erection.
Inhale his musky scent.
He backed me against the kitchen counter, and I was a little worried that Adele would walk in and see us, but my sense was long gone, and in its place was my need for him.
I felt him everywhere, and all he did was rub my clit. His fingers were soft yet demanding, controlling yet eager, and so fucking consuming. He broke my heart, but a huge part of me felt like it didn’t matter—this man owned my soul.
Completely.
Looking into his eyes, I erratically breathed out, “Ledger.” Trying to catch my next breath.
My thoughts.
My words.
They all seemed to be intertwined with one another.
I shuddered against him, melting into his touch, wanting to kiss him.
Why isn’t he kissing me?
I refused to demand it.
His rough, callused fingers played me like he knew my body more than I did. I hadn’t been with anyone since the night we made our baby girl, so to have him in this way again was a whirlwind of emotions and consequences.
I mean, can it get any worse?
I was already pregnant with his kid.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he drawled in a husky tone. “Your pussy is always so responsive for me. I love that about you.”
Did he just say he loved me?
I refused to ask that too.
“Fuck my hand, sugar.” Curving his fingers toward my G-spot, he rhythmically stimulated it in a come-hither motion. I began to rock against him as he increased his speed. Harder, faster, he simply manipulated me. It seemed like no man knew my body quite like Ledger, and it was insane because we’d only had sex a couple of times that night. It didn’t make any sense.
I was losing control, willingly handing it over to him like I did all those years ago in his bedroom. I wouldn’t make it out alive this time, so I had to guard my heart from him.
Even if I didn’t want to.
Even if it didn’t feel right.
Even if it meant I’d lose him all over again.
He’d forever be the father of my child, but this was where it ended with us. It’s just sex. He’s just getting me off.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“I’m still waiting for you to beg,” he urged.
“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “Make me come, Ledger. I want to come so bad…”
He released another growl from deep within his chest, vibrating against my breasts. He was openly sharing everything I always wanted to see.
His love.
His devotion.
His regret.
It poured out of him, and I had to close my eyes.
Don’t fall for his trap.
Softly, he rubbed his lips against my mouth. “Before us in New York. When’s the last time someone touched your pussy?”
“Really?” I groaned. “You want to talk about that right now?”
“I can’t think of a better time than now.” He fucked me faster with his fingers, and I rode him harder. Seeking relief.
“I don’t know… it’s been… a while.”
I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he wore a wide smile.
“How many men have you been with?”
“I’m… not…” He worked me over fervently. “Jesus… that feels amazing…”
“I’m not a patient man. You need to answer before I stop.”
My eyes snapped open. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“Oh… God…” My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “None of… oh fuck… your business…” I bit my bottom lip, feeling my legs quiver and my pussy pulsate. “Don’t ask questions… you don’t want… answers to.”
“Is that right?” he breathed out into the side of my neck, making shivers crawl up my skin and throughout my whole body. “You’re not being a good girl.” Before I could react, he slapped my pussy hard, and my body jolted forward.
“Tell me, or I’ll stop and leave you like this. Don’t fuck with me, Hazel.”
“Ugh.” My head fell back for a second. “Including you, like a handful.”
His eyes glazed over with a destructive regard that made my stomach flutter from the intensity.