Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Then my phone buzzes.
There are only three words.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Danielle
I feel like the world’s biggest dork as I hide behind the door, staring down at the message I just typed.
It was like I was floating after the orgasm, his mouth pushed against me, like all the pleasure a person is capable of feeling was surging through me.
I’m a virgin.
I’ve always thought about how I’d tell him this. When I was majorly in my crush, and then after, when we started texting each other.
But I buried it deep, unwilling to acknowledge it, even to myself.
Would he hate me for it? Would it turn him off?
Before, it was relatively easy to think about this.
It all existed within the realms of fantasy, with no option to come true, with no chance of being real.
But after we started texting, it became so much more significant.
He says all this stuff when we text, promises to do all these things…
But I know I can’t do it.
“Do you think I care about that?” he snarls, his voice rumbling through the door. “I don’t, Danielle.”
A weight lifts off my chest. It feels like somebody removing a cinder block.
“Actually, I do,” he says a moment later, and the weight collapses into me all over again.
“You do?” I whisper.
“Nice to hear your voice again, Danielle. Can you open the door?”
I smile, just for a moment, despite the anxiety flurrying through my chest.
Nope, I type. You’ll have to kick it down.
“Very funny,” he says, his deep voice grave, anything but humorous. “The truth is, Danielle, you being a virgin makes me want you more.”
“What?” I gasp.
“I don’t want to say this through the door,” he snarls. “So either step back, and I will kick it down. Or open up.”
I turn the lock, step back, and only realize I’m still half-naked when Damien’s eyes snap to my bare thighs.
Turning around, I lean down to pick up my pants. I only brought them in here because my phone was in my pocket, the panic driving me on.
The moment I turn around, he growls and moves up behind me, his hands on my bare thighs, his manhood pressing through his pants against my back.
“Damien,” I moan, standing up and leaning against him, feeling all his passion burning through him.
He groans as he slides his hand around my body, reaching down and softly rubbing my naked pussy. I moan as I fall against him, his fingers toying with my clit, then slipping further down and finding the wetness between my legs.
It’s already driving me close to the edge, or maybe it’s just that he’s here.
He still wants me.
He didn’t run.
I spin in his embrace, forgetting my pants and staring at him. “What were you going to say?”
His eyes are glassy, his smirking lips glistening from what we did. His eyes have never been more intense, never fuller of primal compulsion.
“I’m glad you’re a virgin,” he snarls, leaning down and looking directly into my eyes.
I squeeze onto his shoulders tightly, as if releasing him will also mean letting go of this moment. His hands are on my hips, where they belong, the same place that sends wave upon wave of pleasure through my body every time he touches me there.
But there’s a new quality to it this time, fueled by the reality of what we did in the bedroom.
“Really?” I whisper.
“I shouldn’t say this,” he laughs gruffly as if he can barely believe the words that are about to come out of his mouth. “But I can’t not say it. Danielle, I want you to be a virgin because….”
He trails off, his mouth tight. I look at him for a long moment, waiting, wondering if I should try and urge him along.
But then he might withdraw completely.
“It isn’t just stuff I say while we text,” he goes on, pinning me in place with his enthralling blue eyes. “When I tell you I own you when I tell you that you belong to me…I’m not just talking about the bedroom. I’m talking about us, Danielle, for life. I’m talking about the fact – the fact – that the second I saw a photo of you on Facebook, I felt more than I ever have. I knew I had to have you. Not just for a day or for a week, and not just for work, and definitely not just through texting.
“I knew I had to have you, own you, every part of you. I knew your young curvy body was perfect for giving me children.”
I gasp, and he laughs again, but there’s no humor in it. It’s a resigned sort of laugh, as though he thinks I’m going to end this the second he’s done talking.
“That’s right,” he goes on, squeezing my hips. “Your body is so curvy, like it was made for you to bring our children into this world. The truth is, Danielle, you couldn’t have said anything to make me want you more. You being a virgin means nobody else will ever get to touch you. To kiss you or to be with you. You’re mine, Danielle, mine alone. Forever.”