Hard Time (Hard as Nails #1) by Hope Conrad Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Hope Conrad
Eight
Katie
It’s been a long fucking day, I groan to myself as I twist a corkscrew into a tall bottle of red wine. There are a thousand and one items on my To Do list: clean the house, study for exams, hop onto the internet and order a chastity belt to be delivered overnight.
A thousand and one things to do and all I want is to kick back and enjoy a nice glass of wine or three.
Riley fell asleep around eight. She’s recovered from her cold in record speed, but this is my first night of quiet in three days. With a baby monitor planted on the end table next to the couch, I stretch out.
Sip by sip, I revel in the faint softness of the wine as it rinses down my throat. It feels like forever and a year since I last had a drink. I finish the first glass and then pour another, but before I’ve finished the second glass, my eyelids become so heavy that I can hardly keep them open.
Still, my mind races…
Street was right about some things and wrong about others. It’s a mind-draining ordeal trying to sort out the truth from the fiction, and it’s beginning to feel like he knows me better than myself.
His version of who I am and what I want is clear and focused, with certainties and not questions. In some ways, I like that version of me better than the indecisive woman I can be.
That’s the last thing I think about before my vision goes black.
* * *
The entire world around me feels surreal yet so real at the same time. The way his hot breath dances along my skin, and the way his eyes drag me inside out; it’s all so up close and present, with the most detailed sensations.
“I think you want me here because you’re lonely, and you’re bored. I think you want me here because you know I can fuck you like nobody on this earth can,” he whispers against my ear, sending chills down my spine and lighting a fire of warmth between my thighs.
“Really?” I question in a husky whisper.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me with your fuck-me eyes,” he says, taunting me and teasing me as he spins my body to face the shelves of the bookstore. “You know I can take you to the highest point in heaven. You know that I can make you scream and satisfy you and fulfill you in a way you’ve only ever dreamed. What do you think about that, Princess? Am I getting warm?”
The next few seconds are a blur; total whiplash as I feel my panties and jeans wrapped around the base of my calves. Street fucks me from behind in slow, powerful strokes. With every thrust, he pushes me tighter against the shelves until a few books drop to the floor.
With one hand, his rough fingers tangle through my thick hair, and with the fingers of his other hand, he rubs at my clit. It’s all too much, and it’s everything all at once.
A nibble against my ear, soft at first and then harder, forces a cry from my throat. A cry for what? I can’t be certain. All I know is that I’m silently screaming for more.
His fingers drop from my hair and take hold of my hip. I’m completely within his control as he drives harder and deeper into me, and all I can do is moan and hold onto the wood of the bookshelf.
Sweat trickles from his face onto my bare back as he begins to grunt and pant. He’s close to release, and I’m close to an explosion, but right before the peak of ecstasy, I feel myself being pulled away from the dream world…
* * *
I awake from my dream in a flash, and it takes a minute to make sense of what’s just happened. I’m overcome with a sense that I’m losing myself. I don’t know which way is up and which way is down when it comes to Street. Day by day, hour by hour, second by second, the way he takes over my thoughts escalates to the point that he’s all I can think about.
And my dream has left me unsatisfied, so I stumble into my bedroom, drop into bed, lower my hand to my pussy and finish the job.
Chapter Nine
Street
Rain clatters against the tall windows of the bookshop. The
Katie
It’s been a long fucking day, I groan to myself as I twist a corkscrew into a tall bottle of red wine. There are a thousand and one items on my To Do list: clean the house, study for exams, hop onto the internet and order a chastity belt to be delivered overnight.
A thousand and one things to do and all I want is to kick back and enjoy a nice glass of wine or three.
Riley fell asleep around eight. She’s recovered from her cold in record speed, but this is my first night of quiet in three days. With a baby monitor planted on the end table next to the couch, I stretch out.
Sip by sip, I revel in the faint softness of the wine as it rinses down my throat. It feels like forever and a year since I last had a drink. I finish the first glass and then pour another, but before I’ve finished the second glass, my eyelids become so heavy that I can hardly keep them open.
Still, my mind races…
Street was right about some things and wrong about others. It’s a mind-draining ordeal trying to sort out the truth from the fiction, and it’s beginning to feel like he knows me better than myself.
His version of who I am and what I want is clear and focused, with certainties and not questions. In some ways, I like that version of me better than the indecisive woman I can be.
That’s the last thing I think about before my vision goes black.
* * *
The entire world around me feels surreal yet so real at the same time. The way his hot breath dances along my skin, and the way his eyes drag me inside out; it’s all so up close and present, with the most detailed sensations.
“I think you want me here because you’re lonely, and you’re bored. I think you want me here because you know I can fuck you like nobody on this earth can,” he whispers against my ear, sending chills down my spine and lighting a fire of warmth between my thighs.
“Really?” I question in a husky whisper.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me with your fuck-me eyes,” he says, taunting me and teasing me as he spins my body to face the shelves of the bookstore. “You know I can take you to the highest point in heaven. You know that I can make you scream and satisfy you and fulfill you in a way you’ve only ever dreamed. What do you think about that, Princess? Am I getting warm?”
The next few seconds are a blur; total whiplash as I feel my panties and jeans wrapped around the base of my calves. Street fucks me from behind in slow, powerful strokes. With every thrust, he pushes me tighter against the shelves until a few books drop to the floor.
With one hand, his rough fingers tangle through my thick hair, and with the fingers of his other hand, he rubs at my clit. It’s all too much, and it’s everything all at once.
A nibble against my ear, soft at first and then harder, forces a cry from my throat. A cry for what? I can’t be certain. All I know is that I’m silently screaming for more.
His fingers drop from my hair and take hold of my hip. I’m completely within his control as he drives harder and deeper into me, and all I can do is moan and hold onto the wood of the bookshelf.
Sweat trickles from his face onto my bare back as he begins to grunt and pant. He’s close to release, and I’m close to an explosion, but right before the peak of ecstasy, I feel myself being pulled away from the dream world…
* * *
I awake from my dream in a flash, and it takes a minute to make sense of what’s just happened. I’m overcome with a sense that I’m losing myself. I don’t know which way is up and which way is down when it comes to Street. Day by day, hour by hour, second by second, the way he takes over my thoughts escalates to the point that he’s all I can think about.
And my dream has left me unsatisfied, so I stumble into my bedroom, drop into bed, lower my hand to my pussy and finish the job.
Chapter Nine
Street
Rain clatters against the tall windows of the bookshop. The
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