Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“He never did that before.”
“Nobody ever will again.” Mass pulls me around roughly. He stares into my eyes. “You’re mine now, Allie. I know it’s been hard for you to accept, but no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone get close to you. Your old life is over.”
I close my eyes as he kisses my neck. I feel him getting hard against my ass. I let those words play through my mind over and over. My old life is over… my old life is over…
He’s right. Those days are gone. I pretended like I wanted to go back, but what is there for me in New York? A family that doesn’t want me. A mother that doesn’t care. A father that tried to sell me once, all because I had shamed them.
But here, I have Mass. A man who cares about me. A man who will do anything for me.
The father of my daughter.
I turn and kiss him hard. It’s sudden and intense. I need him badly, more than I’ve ever wanted him before. I devour his mouth before dropping down to my knees, eagerly ripping at his slacks to get at his stiffening cock. He’s almost entirely hard when I get to him, and I take him into my mouth, sucking at the last of his softness.
He stiffens between my lips.
“Fuck, Allie, I love getting hard in your mouth,” he growls, gripping my hair.
I feel crazy but good. It’s all too much. This place, this luxury. The way he treats me.
I find myself wanting it. Needing it.
Missing Mass when he’s not here.
I suck him harder, sloppy, stupid, stroking and moaning as I do it. I make him groan, glowing with the power of how I’m the one giving him pleasure. When he’s thrusting into my mouth and his words are only garbled gasps of bliss, I pull back.
“Fuck me,” I plead, kissing him hard. “Don’t come yet. Fuck me first.”
His eyes blaze as he throws me onto the bed. The poor, pretty silk dress gets ripped from my body. He devours me, kissing my neck, my breasts, licking my pussy hungrily, before grabbing me and yanking me to the edge of the bed. His muscles glisten in the half-light streaming in through the window as he sinks his thick cock deep into my pussy with one easy thrust.
“That’s my good girl,” he moans, eyelids fluttering. His long lashes are gorgeous. He gives me soft, bedroom stares as I lift my arms above my head and take his cock deep between my legs.
“Keep going,” I plead, pushing back against him. “I need to feel you.”
He fucks me faster, filling me to the brim. I’m right on the edge, glowing, my body on fire for him. Mass is everything I need. He’s controlling, dominant, beautiful, and tender. Strangely soft when he needs to be. And the way he looks at Rosie is too much.
This man’s more than I ever imagined. More than a killer. More than a criminal.
I lean forward, up on one elbow, and kiss him hard. He keeps thrusting, fucking me deeper and deeper, our moaning twisting together, and I feel the glow building. I can’t deny it much longer.
“Come with me,” he whispers, pleading, the edge of insanity in his voice spurring me to greater heights. “I want it, baby. I need to hear you finish all over my thick cock.”
It pulls my trigger and finally breaks me. I orgasm at the same time he growls and thrusts, filling me to the brim. We finish together, breaking into pieces and rebuilding in each other’s arms.
My poor dress is tossed onto the floor, ruined and worthless. But there are probably ten more where that one came from, and Mass doesn’t seem to care. He climbs into bed and pulls me against him. His low voice rumbles as he mutters something about loving the way I feel.
I smile and cuddle up against him.
We stay like that for a while. I probably drift off at some point. When I come back, I realize it’s late and Mass is deeply asleep. We’re naked, on top of the sheets, and I didn’t do any of my evening routine.
I don’t want to move. I’m so comfortable in my husband’s arms. I don’t know when that happened, but I like it here in his bed. I know Rosie’s safe in her nursery and I’m safe here with Mass. It’s enough to make me forget everything else, at least for a little while.
But something’s ringing nearby.
It’s annoying. I want it to shut up. Mass stirs, grumbling. The ringing won’t stop. I’m trying to ignore it.
Until I realize.
The sound is coming from the living room.
My heart skips a beat and suddenly I’m wide awake. Adrenaline slams into my system. I roll away from Mass as quickly and gently as I can and slip out of bed. He doesn’t wake up when I sneak out of the room and hurry back downstairs.