Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
How did I get so lucky?
I wanted to let my words slip out, to tell him how damn special he was, that he changed my life the moment he walked through the door. I thought I would never love anyone again, never thought I would feel something for someone this quickly…but I did. I wasn’t afraid to get hurt, afraid that he would go home with someone else when I looked the other way. He was the flame in the darkness, the hope in my destitution. I wanted to say all of that…but I didn’t want to chase him away. He’d never been in a long-term relationship before, and maybe the idea was still new to him. Instead of asking him to think about it, I should just let it happen naturally. If he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, that was all that mattered. He was mine…for as long as I wanted him.
“What are you thinking about?” His question broke my internal monologue.
“A lot of things.”
“Any of them involve me?”
All of them. “Yes.”
“Good things, I hope.”
Nothing but good things. “I’m glad I left Liam… I’ll leave it at that.”
He stared for several seconds before softness entered his gaze. He wasn’t a particularly soft man, someone that wore emotion on his sleeve, but his little cues were enough for me, like the one he’d just made. “You deserve better.”
“Are you someone better?”
“Even better than me. But let’s forget I said that.” He grabbed his wine and took a drink.
I thought of the way Hades was so obviously in love with his wife, absorbed in every little move she made. He seemed like the perfect man, hot for his wife as she waddled past him. Damien didn’t look at me that way…yet. “I met Hades today.”
Instantly, his mood dropped, his playfulness evaporating like a drop of water on a desert rock in July.
“He was…grouchy.”
“At least it’s not just me…”
“He’s in a much better mood when Sofia is around.”
“Because he’s pussy-whipped.”
“I think it’s more than that.”
Damien averted his gaze to the window. “Because she’s his soul mate.”
It was a sweet thing to say, and I was surprised it came out of his mouth. “He reminded me of you.”
“That’s an insult.”
“Not really. You carry yourself the same way…talk the same way…exude the same kind of presence.”
He continued to look out the window.
“I told him you talk about him a lot.”
His eyes flicked back to mine, somewhat alarmed.
“That you still miss him.”
He dropped his gaze, as if embarrassed. “You didn’t have to say that…”
“I thought if he heard those words from a stranger, they would have a stronger impact. Even Sofia says he’s too stubborn and needs to move on. I thought if I could help, I should try.”
“I appreciate that,” he said quietly. “But you don’t need to do that. It’s not going to make a difference anyway. Sometimes I think about leaving the bank so I can move on and stop thinking about it…but I’m also too stubborn.”
“And he stays at the bank because he’s stubborn too.”
“Yes. We’re like mules.”
I chuckled because it was a good description. “Sofia wonders if a tragedy will unite you.”
He shook his head. “I doubt it…because he wouldn’t care if I died.”
21
Damien
I’d only gotten an hour of sleep before she was on top of me again. I opened my eyes to the sight of her kissing my chest, making her way down to my dick so she could kiss it and make it hard.
My hand moved into her soft hair. “Annabella…I gotta sleep.” We’d fucked until two in the morning, and then she woke me up again at four. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was six.
She kept sucking until she made me hard. “I’ll do all the work.” She crawled on top of me and straddled my hips, her sexy skin touching mine. Then she pushed her tight cunt over my length, sinking until her ass rubbed against my balls.
“Jesus…”
She ground against me hard, rolling her hips so she could please herself exactly as she liked. She used my body like a damn dildo, getting what she wanted without apologizing for it.
It was hot. I sat and tried to roll her over to her back.
She pushed me back and pinned my wrists to the sheets. Her tits shook with her movements, and her long hair fell over one shoulder, her eyes focused on mine with her lips parted from her heavy breathing.
I could get out of this so easily…but it was so sexy. I let her have what she wanted, let her dominate me the way I dominated her. I got so hard watching her, and even though I was dead tired two seconds ago, I was wide awake now, my dick ready to explode.
She only said one word, and that was enough to send a distinct thrill down my spine. “Mine.”