33 Days, Make You Mine! Novels & Stories

My fingers rose to my mouth, tracing the bite mark that was now glaring on my bottom lip, marks from when I spilled his bottle and tried to leave. He kissed me like he was mad I even tried, like claiming my mouth was the only way to punish me. God, he’s so intense, he could break me. “No, Maddison… you’re tough and it’s just thirty days. You can take him.” I could almost hear Julia laughing;; ‘Come on, Maddison….Thirty days with a sinful billionaire? … Baby, you won’t last three.’

“Take all of me.” I wrap. My ankles lock behind his back. He drives into me – the full weight of his body, the full length of his cock, and the angle lets him go impossibly deep. I feel him everywhere. His hands on my face. His cock in my cunt. His mouth on my mouth – kissing me while he fucks me, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as his hips. “Who do you belong to?” he says against my lips. “You.” “For how long?” “Thirty days.”

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

His eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together, and vertical wrinkles appeared between them. "Well, that's quite a plan, Dimitri, but if you think for one second that I'm going to just sit back and watch you turn Thirty years of my life into scrap or some kind of garage sale, then you are sadly mistaken. I have told you, I can get my company out of this mess, I just need to get that contract"

I whispered. “For?” “One month.” He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it—then tightened his grip until I gasped. “Try again.” “I’m yours for thirty days,” I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin. He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair. “No, Sienna. You’re mine for thirty nights. And they’re going to feel endless by the time I’m done with you.” I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve screamed.

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

Each rise and fall sent ripples through the tub and sparks through my nerves. “Look at me while you fuck yourself on my cock,” he growled. I obeyed, staring into those dark eyes as I picked up speed. My breasts brushed his chest with every movement. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss—tongues tangling, teeth grazing. When we broke apart for air, he pinched my nipples, sending jolts straight to my core. “You’re mine for thirty days,” he reminded me, voice rough. “Every orgasm. Every moan. Every secret thought. Mine.”

he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

Her sharp blue eyes glints against the light. “Yes, you could say that. I have a preposition for you.” I say calmly, and there's a tint between her forehead as she processes it all in. “You will be my girlfriend for ninety days, that's approximately three months, and we can forget all about the debt that your father owes me, better?”

I shivered. "This is just the beginning; you have three days left."