Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said lightly. “I’ll count to five. You can say yes or no, but if you don’t give me an answer before I finish, we stop. If you say no, then I’ll go find Emily. I just need a bride, Aspen—any woman will do.”
“H-how can you say that?” I asked breathlessly. How could he offer to marry another woman when his hand was still buried inside me, when he had my flavor coating his tongue?
“One.”
Fuck. I couldn’t think like this.
Oh, god. Ohgodohgodohgod.
Think, Aspen. Think.
“Two.”
I thought of her lying in this same spot instead of me and lost my breath.
He gently pressed his finger against my clit. “Three.”
I thought about never walking into his office again to find relief from my own mind with each stinging slap of his hand against my ass.
I thought about all the pleasure when I submitted to him.
“Four.” He cocked a brow and dragged it out.
The pressure increased.
I thought about his firm grip around my neck while he told me to breathe, creating a wave of calm from head to toe.
I thought about his lips finally crashing on mine after he made me come.
“Last chance, Aspen,” he taunted.
I thought about another name on the building I’d called my other home since I was a kid.
Each thought piled on top of my already weak body and swallowed me whole, leaving me with no other option that made sense.
I couldn’t think anymore.
I didn’t care.
Nothing mattered.
Quinn Music Group.
Breathing.
Finding release.
“Fi—”
Before he could finish, I shouted my answer, desperate for the release he held me on the edge of. Nothing else mattered beyond that. Not even the truth of how my answer changed our lives forever—for better or worse.
CHAPTER 22
LUCIAN
She said yes.
She’d said it as a broken plea.
Actually, she screamed it and as I laid in bed next to her, taking in her satin skin, dark brows, and lush lips, it played on repeat in my mind—the whole night played again and again in my mind.
The way the one word released an explosion of relief I never wanted to acknowledge in my chest. Each number I’d counted, pushing for her answer, twisted a screw, tightening a band of anxious need around my chest.
Not need, I reminded myself. Want. I didn’t need her to say yes, but I could admit that I wanted her over Emily.
Not need, I repeated for good measure.
At least, I didn’t need her to agree to be my wife. However, I had needed her to give in so I could bury my face in her soaking cunt and be the first man to bury my tongue as deep inside her as I could get.
How anyone could have been with her and not taken every chance to taste her blew my mind. But knowing I was the first stirred something primal in me that demanded I beat my chest and do it again and again.
And I had.
I’d spent hours between her firm thighs. My hands had roamed to her breasts, her throat, and her ass, but my tongue, lips, and teeth sucked, bit, and tasted every inch of her until she was hoarse from screaming her pleasure.
“Beautiful, princess,” I said, lifting my head to stare up her trembling body, past the perfect mounds of her breasts with rosy peaked nipples, to her parted lips panting around lingering cries. “Your pleasure is music to my ears. Fucking perfect and beautiful.”
“Lucian,” she gasped. “I can’t. I can’t anymore. Please.”
Her voice roughened the plea, scratchy from her screams, only urging me to continue—to want more.
I bit one of her swollen lips before sucking hard.
Her hips thrust against my face, and she whimpered.
“You can because I say you can, princess.” I flicked my tongue against her center and soaked in the high-pitched shout. Keeping my eyes trained up her body to watch her heaving breasts, I moved my tongue to her opening to tease and build her back up while my hand drifted lower to tease between her cheeks.
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
Once she’d made a mess of my face and left a puddle on the table beneath her, I’d let her come.
But it wasn’t the last time for the night. I’d built her back up again as I slowly untied her, rubbing away the aches and tension from the rope, soothing the red indents with firm strokes that always led back to her core. I’d sucked her nipples as she lay back, her limbs falling limp as I released them. She’d lain there, her muscles beyond able to fight me when I pushed her legs wide one more time, lifting one over my shoulder as I kissed down her thigh and brought her to an easy orgasm one last time.
With a final kiss to her clit, I gently removed her leg from my shoulder and rested it on the table. I went back to the side table and grabbed two of my Tiffany & Co. napkins and a bottle of water.