Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
“Baby?” He was looking up at me.
I hadn’t realized it, but I was crying while he was doing that to me. He settled beside me and pulled me to his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I said softly and wiped my eyes with my fingertips.
“What?” He gave me a squeeze.
“So much,” I whispered into his chest.
“Tell me.” He kissed my forehead.
I was surprised that he had stopped. I was surprised that he was looking at me with so much tenderness.
“It’s a lot to get into five seconds after waking up.” And I don’t know if I can even say these things to you.
“Talk. Start somewhere.”
“I’m still a bit shell shocked, I guess, after what happened. After everything.” I swept my hand back and forth in front of me.
“Understandable,” he said.
“I’m overwhelmed and I want… need… answers. Answers about this debt and how it originated and I need to know what’ll happen next. With my dad, with my life. With… you.”
“Uh huh.”
“And you. I want to ask you what happened in Mexico, but I don’t. I don’t know if you want to talk about it or if I even want to know. It feels like you went to hell and back.”
“I did.”
“My head is just full.” And I didn’t know how I felt about him, about us… but I didn’t know how to articulate that.
He nodded again. “I’m gonna go get us some coffee, okay? But first I need to do something?”
“What?”
“Need to fuck you, baby.” His words sounded harsh but then his mouth turned up in the beginnings of a smile.
I laughed. “Romance is officially dead.”
He smiled at me and then raised his brows. “Yeah, isn’t it? For instance, I’ll try not to let it ding my ego too much that my going down on you just drove you to tears. Just let me, like super-fast, if you don’t mind? I promise not to be super-fast too often but this time, I think I just need to...” He pushed his fist forward in the air.
I laughed harder. He was being so playful. His eyes were filled with light. He looked totally adorable. He was beautiful. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached to put my palm on his cheek. He needed a shave.
He pounced on top of me, his eyes full of amusement.
“Feel free,” I said, “Since you’re here anyway.” I scrubbed my fingers along the stubble at his jaw.
“Are you giving me permission?” he asked, his eyes darkening and face turning serious. Very serious. I took a deep breath. “I don’t need permission to take what’s mine, do I?” He kissed the palm of my hand and then ran a finger from my elbow up to my throat and then he put his hand over my throat. I swallowed against the space between his thumb and index finger.
“I’m all about control but baby, I don’t just want it. I need it,” he said, and then waited, hand looser on my throat.
I nodded slightly, not sure how to process how I felt.
“I feel out of control right now,” he said, studying me. He had pain in his eyes.
I swallowed hard and then the silence between us was almost deafening.
“Then take it,” I finally whispered, and he studied my face for a minute, then he let go of my throat and kissed me hard, whispering, “You’re perfect.”
Then he was inside of me.
A few thrusts in and he started to pound harder and faster and I just closed my eyes and absorbed the feel of him. It was exquisite. I let go, let go of emotions, inhibitions, I just opened up and let him take what he wanted, and it felt so…so freeing.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my side and pounded into me from behind while then he grabbed my throat again and held it. He didn’t hurt my throat, he didn’t squeeze, but it was possessive. I started to feel that quickening and then he slowed, culling it. I grabbed the headboard with both hands and held on.
“Do you want to come?” he whispered in my ear softly, tickling me.
“Mm.” I felt goose bumps rise all over my back.
“Do you?” His voice got huskier and his rhythm slowed.
“Yeah.”
“Who do you belong to, Athena?” He drove in deep, grazing my nipple with his thumbnail, making it feel like it sparked. And then his hand slid up to hold my throat again in a softer hold. His other hand snaked over my hip, then his fingers were circling between my legs.
“Who do you belong to? Do you belong to that punk, Nick?”
“No,” I breathed.
He rotated his hips while he was inside me, eliciting a groan from me, then twisted my nipple ever so slightly. “Then who?”
Shivers ran up my body. He had the ridge of my ear in between his teeth.