Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She doesn’t answer, forcing me to wrap her hair around my hand and pull. “Say it.”
“Yes!” she sobs. “Yes! I do!” The sound falls on my ears like music that sizzles its way through me, lifting my balls before tingling at the base of my spine.
“And your cunt gets tighter the worse I treat you, doesn’t it?” As if on cue, the walls of her tunnel tighten around me while her cries rise in pitch. When I take her by the hips again, gripping her reddened flesh, she bites her lip to stifle a scream that translates to a fresh rush of hot juice. It coats me and runs over my balls, betraying her.
It’s almost enough to make me think she drives me to this point on purpose.
But now is not the time to think. Not when she’s clenching around me and screaming out her orgasm. Her muscles ripple like her greedy pussy is determined to milk me. I close my eyes and let go, allowing the rush of release to wash over me.
“Fuck… yes…” I stay locked in place for a moment, gripping her the way her pussy grips me until our mixed cum begins leaking out, thanks to her quivering muscles. I pull out and watch as the pussy I’ve claimed once again spasms, sending fluid leaking from her.
“This is mine. You aren’t taking it away from me.” After delivering one last slap against her reddened ass, I pull her to a standing position. “Now get out of here. I don’t want to look at you. Thanks to your actions, I have a ton of shit to clean up.”
She pulls her clothes together quickly and dresses without a word, her eyes downcast. “By the time I’m finished with you,” I add, “there will be no question about who you belong to. No one will be able to look at you without knowing.”
Let her pretend all she wants, but I catch the way her cheeks flush at my statement before she flees the room.
23
ALICIA
It looks like I finally figured out a way to get Elena’s attention for good.
There’s a text waiting for me when I get out of the shower, only a couple of hours after I chatted with her on campus.
Elena: Don’t forget, you invited me for dinner. I’m available any night this week, so whenever you want, I’ll be there. And let me know if I can bring something, too.
All it took was letting her get a look at my husband. It’s probably for the best that Enzo has no intention of staying married to me once he gets what he wants because I’m not sure I could spend the rest of my life feeling this jealous. I mean, he’s hot, but does that mean all the women around me have to be sluts about it? And I know that’s why she’s suddenly so interested. I knew it the second she tossed her hair and thrust her chest forward like she was on the front of a ship or something. She’s got her eye on him now. How could I ever have thought she was an actual friend?
Any guilt I might have felt about luring her here dissolves when I look at it that way. She’s so interested in him? Then let her learn who he really is, what he’s really like. And how he wants to use her.
I’m not exactly proud of myself, but that’s what’s going through my head once I’ve dried off and gotten dressed. Instead of hanging out in my room—hiding, plain and simple—I go downstairs, my phone in hand. It isn’t easy for me to look over at the spot where that guard was sleeping when I snuck out. He’s dead now, and I’m the reason for it. I had no idea Enzo would do anything like that. I need to stop underestimating him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to the spot on the couch where the man slept. Even though I’m not the one who pulled the trigger, I know I’ll carry that guilt around with me for a long time. Probably for the rest of my life.
Enzo is in his study, and he lets out a frustrated little grunt when I tap my knuckles against the door. “What? I have a lot of things to work out here.”
“I thought you would want to see this.” I hold out the phone as I cross the room and place it in front of him on the desk. “What should I say? When do you want her here?”
He scans the message, his narrowed eyes widening a little as he does. “That didn’t take long, did it?”
“No, it didn’t.” I have to fight back the rest of what I want to say. I don’t need him thinking I’m jealous, even if I am. Just one more thing for him to hang over my head and treat like a big joke.