The Glass Slipper (Cinderella #3) Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Cinderella Series by K. Webster
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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Her eyes flicker with defiance. “You’ve never played anyone like me before. Game on, Win.”

CHAPTER TEN

Ash

Lust swims in his blue eyes but there’s a vulnerability peeking through. Something he’d die if he knew I could see. I was right. I did hurt him because he does care about me. He can spout off all he wants about us being nothing but a business deal, but I know better. I may not be the older person in our relationship, but I’m not emotionally closed off. He’s busy trying to keep his guard up that he’s blind to what’s right in front of him.

Us.

We’re a thing.

We’ll be a big thing if he’ll let us.

It’ll take a helluva lot of convincing on my part, but he’s worth it. Beneath the icy cold asshole exterior is a man I could see myself spending my life with. Decades of our fiery banter. The most incredible sex ever. Each of us showing the other glimpses into a world they know nothing of. Win is used to enemies at every turn, but I want to show him that just because someone isn’t your blood, doesn’t mean they don’t have your back. No matter how pissed he is about Leo, it doesn’t change the fact I did it to protect him and his name.

He’s not a man who believes words, so I’ll have to prove it with my actions. Right now, the action he’s craving is my lips around his dick.

“Stand up,” I murmur, palming his cock through his slacks. It jolts at my touch and I grin in a taunting way that earns me a scowl.

He shoves me down to my knees but obeys me, sliding off the stool. Peering up at him through my lashes, I unbutton the top button of his slacks and then slowly drag the zipper down. Shrimp has gone quiet, so the only thing that can be heard is the soft ticking as I unzip him.

I want to undress him completely to ensure he stays with me, but I know he’s in control freak mode right now. He’ll want this filthy. He’ll want me frazzled and teary-eyed and coming apart at the seams. I draw his pants and boxers down far enough I can free his dick but not his balls and then curl my hand around his hot thickness. A bead of pre-come glistens at the top. Greedily, I lick it off before flashing him a pleased smile.

His features are impassive as though me blowing him is the most boring chore he’s had to deal with today, but the sharp glint in his blue eyes is telling. The slight tick of the vein in his neck is too. He craves me so bad he can barely keep himself in check.

I lick a circle around his tip, teasing him, before darting my eyes back up at him. “Should we talk about which movie we’ll watch?”

A growl rumbles through him and he loses control as I’d hoped. With a possessive grip on my hair, he shoves his cock into my mouth, not relenting when it meets resistance in my throat. I fight a gag but lose the battle. Hot tears spring in my eyes but I don’t blink them back. I let them fall. Win likes it when I’m his messy little fuck toy. A groan of pleasure can be heard above me which makes the gagging and inability to breathe worth it. Jerking back, he completely slips from my mouth as though to catch his breath.

“Almost forty seconds,” I tease.

His lips curl into an amused smirk that feels like progress. A thumb caresses my scalp so tenderly I nearly lean into it and then the vicious Winston Constantine is back, pushing his throbbing dick between my lips once more. He thrusts his hips forward, not at all put off by the way my throat constricts as I struggle to find air. More tears leak out. This blowjob is different than our usual. He’s upset and punishing in his very Winny way, but it’s also a test. I think if I can make it through to the other side, he’ll warm up to me again.

This goes on for far longer than forty seconds. In fact, my jaw aches and I wish he’d finish on my face instead.

“Am I boring you, Cinderelliott?” He doesn’t let me answer, just tightens his grip on my hair, fucking my mouth like it’s the last time he’ll ever come.

Slobber runs down my chin and I can feel it leaving a slick puddle on my thighs. My lips are numb and my throat is growing sore from his constant thrusting. Just when I think I might have to tap out to draw a few breaths, his cock swells and begins to pulsate. My name is uttered from his lips and I swear to God it sounds like a prayer. I keep that sound tucked away in my memory. Something just for me. Something I won’t ever tease him about because it’s too sweet and unexpected. I’m not sure he even realizes he said it.



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