Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“You want me to touch you?” I lick my lips.
“Fucking love your touch, dollface.” I lay my hands on his chest. “You think I’ve ever been naked with another girl before? When I don’t want people touching me.”
“You haven’t?”
“Dollface.” He cups my face, tilting my head back to stare up at him. “You gave me my first kiss tonight.”
“How?” I suppose it’s not so hard to believe with all I’ve heard and seen for myself.
“Pretty sure I've been waiting for you.”
Tears fill my eyes. “Happy tears,” I rush to say before he panics. “I want you to be my first everything too.” I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck. “Now.”
I’m done waiting. Waiting for my father to show up. Waiting to make plans with my life. Waiting to live.
While I still might be scared and worried, I know I have people at my side. Tonight shook something free for me. I’m going to start a new life. One filled with things that I want. Rich is the first thing on that list.
Chapter Sixteen
RICH
One of the bright spots in my life was the night I beat the shit out of my father. It felt good. All the years of hate and bullshit he rained down on me, I finally got retribution and to unleash right back on to him. I didn’t think I'd ever get more of a thrill during a fight than that.
Oh, how wrong I’d been. The anger I have for the men who have wreaked havoc on my girl is unmatched. Every blow I landed, I reveled in. That asshole thought he could have her. That he could just order her against her will. Over my dead body.
And now she is giving herself to me fully. I don’t deserve it. I’ve been a little asshole myself, but I’m still going to take her. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving her anything and everything she wants. Proving to her that I’m worthy of someone like her.
I scoop Fallon up into my arms, carrying her to the bathroom. As much as I love seeing my name on her, I need her out of that damn shirt. I want to see and explore every damn inch of her.
“Hate that his blood is on you.” I sit her down on the bathroom counter.
“Is it weird that it doesn’t bother me? That I find it kind of funny.” I place a hand on each side of her thighs, leaning down to keep as close to her as I can.
“No, I don't find it weird at all. If anyone can understand wanting to see someone who had hurt you or planned to make you suffer, it’s me.” It can be rather freeing, in fact. “They relish the fear and pain they give others. We can do the same when it happens to them.”
Fallon nods in agreement. “I didn’t think I’d ever want to see anyone get hurt. Not with how my father would…” She trails off. I can’t wait to get my hands on that asshole. I already know I’ll enjoy playing with him more than I did my own father. In fact, I plan to draw it out, making him cry and beg.
“You don’t have to hurt anyone. Leave that to me.” I claim her mouth in a kiss. Her lips part for me instantly. Fallon might be a tad shy, but that’s not holding her back. I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it off over her head. I toss it away, tugging at the cups of her bra, making her breasts spill free.
Her dusty rose-colored nipples are already hard and ready for me. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful.” I palm her breast in my hands, my thumb stroking her nipple. Fallon sucks in a breath, letting me know she’s enjoying it.
I lean in and suck one into my mouth, paying attention to every sound she makes and the movement of her body to help guide me. To let me know what she is enjoying. I might be new to this, but I’m going to soak all of it in. I'm going to ruin her so that she will never crave another. Only my touch will ever do.
“Rich.” Fallon arches her back, thrusting her tit farther into my mouth. I suck, my tongue stroking back and forth before I release it and give the other the same attention.
With my free hand, I pop the button on her shorts. I both hate and love them. They expose more of her legs than I care for, but I love the fact that she felt comfortable enough to wear them. No one in that warehouse tonight could even hold a candle to my girl. She’s beautiful not only on the outside but the inside as well.
I know my jealousy when it comes to her is a battle I’ll always have with myself. The asshole in me wants to keep her covered and to myself. While the logical side of me knows that I need to let her bloom and find herself.