Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I watch her as I fuck her, taking in every detail. The way her hair fans out behind her on the table, how her breasts bounce in the dress with every thrust, the way her eyes squeeze closed and her mouth drops open when she's close to coming again.
I know I'm not going to last much longer, but I want one more from her before this is through.
"That's it, sweet Isla," I growl, feeling the tension in my own body building to an almost unbearable peak. "I want you to come all over my cock again before I fill you up."
She looks up at me, eyes glassy with desire, and I know she's just as close as I am. Her fingers tighten on my arms, nails biting into my skin through my shirt, and I love the sensation.
"I need you to come for me now, Isla," I order. "Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
And she does, back arching off the table, heels digging into my ass, my name on her lips as she comes, pussy gripping me tight as I bury myself inside of her and find my own release, pumping her full of my seed.
I keep thrusting into her, fucking her through it, until our bodies have both gone slack. Isla is breathing hard, and I lean forward to kiss her even as she shakes with the aftershocks of her climax.
"That was fucking incredible," I murmur against her lips when we break apart. I can't stop touching her, running my hands over her body, still lying on the desk with her dress hiked up to her hips. "You're incredible."
She hums in contentment, but eventually sits up. "We should get back to the party, shouldn't we?"
"I don't want to share you yet," I admit, even as I tuck my cock back into my pants and straighten my clothes. "But if I don't make an appearance soon, they'll send someone looking for us."
I help her to her feet, pulling her panties back on for her and smoothing her dress down, before leaning in to kiss her again. She helps straighten my shirt and stands on her toes to brush my hair back into shape with her fingers before trying her best to fix her own. Then we're ready to rejoin the rest of the world, at least for the time being.
But soon, I want to have my woman home and fuck her again, this time in a soft bed and all the time in the world at our disposal.
5
ISLA
It's been two and a half months. That's how long I've been living in Dante's world. Two months of penthouse views, luxury, and the best sex of my entire life. Time is running out on the contract, and I have no idea what the heck I'm going to do.
For the first few weeks, I kept a secret calendar in one of my notebooks, marking down the days until my contract was up. Even after we were fucking almost every night and behaving as a couple, I would mark down the days when I remembered.
But then, eventually, I just stopped. Other parts of my life with Dante were consuming me. It should feel like imprisonment, but instead, it feels like … love. Possessive, sometimes infuriating, sometimes terrifying love.
There's romance in Dante's intensity. The way he keeps his hand at the small of my back when we're in public, and how he knows just how I take my coffee in the morning. He even cooks for me sometimes, my own private billionaire chef, his sleeves rolled up as he chops vegetables.
Then there's how obsessive he is about other men speaking to me, which should be annoying, but makes my blood run hot for him instead. Once, I smiled at a server when he handed me a drink, and Dante's arm was around my waist in an instant, whispering, 'You don't smile like that for anyone but me.'
I should be angry when he does that stuff. Instead, it turns me on. I'm growing addicted to the feeling of being wanted to the point of obsession.
We travel, but never too far. My favorite moments are stargazing with him on the rooftop, my head on his chest as we lie on the oversized outdoor couch, his chin resting on the top of my head. Dante is dangerous, but when I'm with him, I've never felt safer.
I should be ready to leave in a few weeks. Part of me is, I guess. My father found out about the contract just a few days ago, and when we spoke on the phone, he was equal parts horrified about what I’d done for him and relieved that the debt would be washed away soon enough. It made me think about what life will look like post-Dante, and the thought leaves a pit in my stomach.