Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 49239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
He brushes my hair aside to kiss my neck and I close my eyes, soaking up the sensation. I wrap my leg around him, finally able to run my hand over his scruff, then down to his shoulder and over his bicep.
“I’m gonna use your hot body so fucking hard,” he whispers in my ear, making goose bumps spread down my arm. “You should never get out of bed before I’ve filled you up with my cum.”
I gasp, my core heating in response to his words and his touch. It’s incredible having a partner I can share my fantasies with and him making them come true.
“Turn over and put your ass up,” he commands, moving back.
I love it when he does this. I quickly get to my knees, bending over to wrap my hands around two of the black wrought iron spindles on his headboard.
Dom smacks my ass and lines himself up at my entrance, thrusting all the way in the first time.
I close my eyes, desire coiling hot and fast in my belly. This is what I love, and he does it so well. He holds onto my hips and fucks me. The only sounds in the room are his heavy breathing and our skin smacking together.
He lets himself get close before slowing his pace and wrapping a hand around a big section of my hair. I release my hold on the spindles as he pulls me back, my chest to his back. He bands an arm around my waist, still fucking me.
“Such a whore for my cum,” he says in my ear. “I fucking love it.”
My mouth is open, but I force myself not to cry out like I want to. He slides his hand down to my pussy and within a couple seconds of him circling my clit with his middle finger, I start to come. He puts his other hand over my mouth and holds me tight, my cry muffled as he pounds into me and we come together.
I’m still coming down from the high, relaxing against his back as he strokes the backs of his fingers over my hip when he freezes.
“Shh. Listen.”
I go completely still and hear what sounds like a woman yelling at someone. Dom is out of bed in an instant, grabbing his jeans from the floor and putting them on.
I’m scrambling to find some clothes and get them on when he gets his gun from the closet and says, “Get the kids.”
When he runs out of the bedroom, I’m right behind him, screaming the kids’ names. If anyone touches my babies—all of them—I will end them with my bare hands.
“I think it’s in the garage!” Dom yells as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.
I throw open the door to Tate and Sam’s room, finding both of them asleep in their beds. Then I run to Hannah’s room and do the same.
“Cam!” I yell, just before reaching her bedroom door.
She’s not there. My stomach rolls at the sight of the empty, unmade bed and I rush down the stairs.
“Zee!”
His bedroom is in the basement, so I race across the main level to the stairs and fly down them, finding him crashed out on top of his bed.
The kids are all okay. I settle slightly and then run back upstairs and across the main level toward the door to the garage.
“Mom, what’s going on?” Hannah says from her bedroom doorway.
“Go stay with the boys in their room. Lock the door!”
I can’t stay inside the house when my sister might be in danger. Grabbing a butcher knife from the block on the counter, I go into the garage, where the first thing I see is Cam. She’s backed up against Dom’s Escalade, a cell phone in her hand and tears streaming down her face.
Frantically, I look around the large three-stall garage. There’s a man flat on his back near the front of the garage. Dom is crouched with his knee on the man’s back and his hands pinning his neck in place.
“Oh my God!”
“Stay back!” Dom yells, putting a hand out as I start to rush over.
I stop, looking at Cam. “Is this him?”
She nods. “I’m on the phone with 9-1-1. The police are on their way.”
“What should I do, Dom?” I’m shaking, even though he has the situation under control.
“Stay where you are, both of you. He’s not going anywhere.”
Jake moves his lower body, trying to dig one knee in and get leverage. The muscles in Dom’s upper body tense as he presses his knee into Jake’s back harder.
“I don’t want to choke you, man, but I will if I have to.”
“I have a knife,” I call out. “I’m not afraid to stab you, you piece of shit.”
Jake goes still again.
It feels like it takes an hour for the police to arrive, but it’s more like five minutes when two marked SUVs pull up at the same time, an officer emerging from each one with a gun drawn and pointed and Jake and Dom.