Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck.” I grind against him, and he makes that satisfied sound again, dropping the hand around my throat to replace it with his mouth.
“I should fuck you in front of all your stupid friends, so they can watch the girl they treat like glass shatter around my cock.” He flicks my clit again, sucking and licking the dip between my clavicles when I moan and throw my head back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I bite my lip, trying and failing to keep another moan from escaping. I’ve never been to the speakeasy sex club here, nor have I heard anything about it. It’s that secretive. I’ve definitely never been interested in having an audience watch me have sex, but I can’t deny that his words turn me on even more. Suddenly, his hands leave me and he takes a step back.
I set a hand on my chest as I try to catch my breath so I can plead with him not to leave me like this. It’s embarrassing, but right now I don’t care. He drinks me in slowly, biting his lip like he’s savoring the sight of me like this. His throat moves as he visibly swallows, and that alone makes my core clench.
“Hike your dress up to your waist.”
My pulse spikes again. I look down and do as he says, slowly, careful not to rip any of the delicate strings it’s made of.
“Fuck,” he says quietly. “Set your foot on the counter.”
“I…” I hesitate as alarm bells go off in my head.
Suddenly, I’m very aware of where I am. I’ve been gone for a while now. Soon enough, someone will start looking.
Finn’s eyes darken. “Set your foot on the fucking counter.”
I don’t know what it is about his commands that make me—the person who would rather die before I let a man control me—instantly comply. I grab onto the counter and lift my foot carefully. I’m so thankful I wore these block heels, and that I used those wipes earlier. He lets out a huffed laugh, shaking his head as he takes in the sight of me and walks back over.
“You should be illegal in every fucking continent.” He steps between my open legs and pushes me against the wall, gripping my thigh and waist. My hands fly to his shoulders as his eyes meet mine. “Relax, I won’t let you fall.”
I don’t trust this man for a second, but right now, falling is the last thing on my mind. If I fall, I fucking fall. My eyes screw shut when he leans in and kisses the side of my neck, his lips moving slowly down my body, gently, slowly, like we have all night to do this.
When he reaches my breast, he bites my nipple lightly over the fabric and lets out a breath that makes me shiver. “Another time.”
Another time? I’m not going to ruin this by reminding him of his own rule. As it is, this is our second time. Or does he not count it unless we’re actually fucking? His lips on my inner thigh drown all of my thoughts. My grip tightens as he moves lower. When he crouches in front of me, I’m forced to let go. He nips my inner thigh and presses a wet kiss over each spot. He repeats this until he’s directly in front of my pussy. I sink my fingers into his hair and throw my head back when he licks me. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through me as he licks and sucks my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper-shout, legs shaking slightly when he does it again.
“Josslyn?”
We both freeze at the sound of Damian’s voice. My head lifts from the wall and Finn rocks back. I take my hands off his hair and try to straighten as he stands, but he grips my hip and thigh, keeping me splayed open for him.
“Get rid of him.”
“How?” My eyes widen. “I can’t.”
Finn’s eyes narrow as he steps between my legs and grinds against me, the friction making me bite my lip. I fight to not throw my head back again. What I wouldn’t do for him to just fuck me already. When Dame says my name again, I grip Finn’s arm in warning, but he grinds again.
“Get fucking rid of him,” he whispers harshly, bringing one hand between my legs. “Unless you want him to hear you screaming my name.”
“Joss?”
I clear my throat, heart pounding harder now. “Yeah. I’m in here.”
“Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to respond, but I shut it and bite my lip hard when Finn crouches between my legs again. He licks me, then flattens his tongue against my clit, keeping it that way as he grabs my hips and moves me against it. I grip two fistfuls of his hair as he does this, my stomach clenching with the friction.