Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I should hate being on the receiving end of that torture, but there’s no part of me that’s dissatisfied. I like her attention focused on me. I like her wielding her body’s potency against me. She’s enchanting.
“Are you going to take my cock like a good girl?”
Her lids droop to half-mast as she strokes herself. “What happens if I say no?”
I flip her to her belly and smack her ass. “More punishment. Or should I fuck this ass?”
“No, but I like it from behind.” She hollows her lower back to lift her ass in my direction, legs spread wide.
I nearly come from the sight. My control disintegrates. A growl fills the room, and I’m balls deep in Aubrey before I realize the sound is from me. Being inside her is like coming home.
The mythical home. The religious home. Not the shitty one I grew up in.
I grip her hips and pull her onto her knees to plow into her. Her back makes an elegant slope to where she braces on her forearms.
I know I need to hold back. There's no trace of gentleness in the way I’m handling her, but I can’t slow down. Can’t rein my lust in.
She’s mine now. She’s under me. I’m inside her. I fucking need this. I need her.
I slap her ass with my loins harder. Deeper. Faster. I’m feverish. The chaos of her small bedroom closes in on me, then recedes. I’m riding a wave, chasing ecstasy, and its name is Aubrey Cook.
Through the roaring in my ears, I realize she’s crying out. I try to focus through the frenzy of my thrusts. Does she sound pained?
There’s a plaintiveness to the mewls.
I’m hurting her.
Fuck.
“Too rough?” I grit out. I try to slow down but my body won’t obey.
“No,” she wails. Her fingers fist the sheets, the muscles in her long, slender back tense as she takes me. “Fuck me, Billy.”
Fate. The last threads of my sanity snap as her words shoot me into overdrive. I roar, bucking so hard her knees lift from the bed with the force of my thrusts. I hold her nape to keep her from slamming forward into the wall.
She screams.
I dimly register someone banging on the wall from the other side. Right. A neighbor. She lives in close quarters here.
I roar again and shove in deep to empty hot ribbons of cum into the condom. It doesn’t stop–I keep coming and coming. The fingers of my free hand find her clit and rub.
Aubrey comes, too, shrieking her pleasure. Her hips jerk against mine, her ass pressing back to take me deeper as her internal walls pulse and milk my cock for more.
I’m still coming.
She’s still coming.
It seems to go on forever.
And then I find myself on my side, my body curled around Aubrey’s, holding her like we just birthed a new universe.
And that’s when I realize how truly fucked I am.
Coming inside Aubrey didn’t free me.
It transformed me. I’m not the same man who walked in here tonight.
In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
Chapter Twenty
Aubrey
Tonight’s the night of the Sentience Gala. They’re going to reveal my mural to the world.
And I’m going to steal what I need to take them down.
They’re throwing a fancy party and bankrolling it with the money they stole from artists. I feel no moral qualms about drinking their champagne and then setting a match to their whole company.
Burn, motherfuckers. Burn.
I’m deliberating what to wear when there’s a knock on my door. It’s a delivery person with a large black box.
“Delivery for Aubrey Cook. Sign here.” I do, even though I’m not expecting anything. Curiosity gets the better of me.
I set the box down on the kitchen table and open it. A dry sandalwood scent wafts into my face as I part the tissue paper and uncover a gorgeous silvery gown. It’s the most glamorous thing I’ve ever seen. It even smells expensive.
Did Madi send me the dress as an apology? After she missed our girl’s night out, she kept calling all night. I finally answered after Billy left, and she apologized in tears. She’s been stressed with the wedding and running her family’s company, and Thursday night they had some crisis at work that she couldn’t get away from.
I forgave her, of course. It sucks, but I’m accepting that Madi’s life is changing. She’s got new obligations and a relationship that eclipses ours. I want her to be happy, but I’m also grieving the loss of our closeness. She’ll never be my roommate again. We won’t have endless late nights eating cookie dough ice cream and singing “Push It” in pajamas.
But we can still be friends. We caught up a little on the phone. She asked about the Sentience job, so I filled her in, including the law-breaking parts. I also told her about screwing Billy. We ended the call agreeing that we’ll have plenty of time to connect on the trip to Monaco.