Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
My eyes connect with his as he continues holding me at the throat, his thumb massaging the side as he slides his other hand down my side. Once more, he kicks my feet apart, this time much wider and more aggressively.
My heartbeat kicks up, and he gives me a dark grin when he feels my pulse quickening beneath his fingertips. The dick knows exactly how to play me.
“Everyone else is learning that I’ll go a hell of a lot farther for you than he will. I don’t give a damn if he’s your brother,” he drawls, eyes dipping to my ass…that he tugs toward him a little more.
Skin bumps skin, and I instinctively push back, my pulse only speeding up as I idly wish I had something to grip.
The image is too close at this angle, so all I can see is just a little of his chest, neck and head.
His words slowly sink in as all the sensations quit overwhelming me in the situation, and I’m drawn back to the conversation at hand. When my brow furrows, he reaches up, dusts my hair away from my shoulder, and locks eyes with mine in the mirror as he leans down to kiss the skin there.
“You’ll never leave me behind again,” he says very seriously. “You’ll learn to fucking love me. And I’ll keep you chained to my damn wrist if you make it too difficult.”
I genuinely cannot gauge if he’s screwing with me or being serious.
I see the cold smile in his eyes as his lips brush over more skin.
“The second I set eyes on you again, I began planning for your every possible move. Aside from a few surprises, I studied you long enough to figure you out. This time, I’m not the novice. It’s a whole new club, Kara. A whole lot of new fucking rules. And there’s a hell of a lot I’m going to keep you out of, just because I fucking can.”
I don’t even realize he’s moved my arms into some sort of softly-lined shackles until he buckles them on both my wrists simultaneously.
My eyes dart down, seeing them protruding from the wall. When I tug at them, chain feeds through the hole, leaving me with lenient, yet limited mobility when I quickly find about two feet of length.
He leans down, putting himself on an eye-to-eye level with me. “The only way you’re ever leaving Halo without me, is if someone puts me in a fucking box,” he adds, eyes dead serious. “I’ll remind you why you love me, because that shit just doesn’t go away because you want it to, Kara. It sticks around.”
I open my mouth to argue, but no words of rebuttal form on my tongue. His grin slowly forms when I struggle to figure out what to say. A rit rit rit rit clink rit rit distracts me, the sound of a mechanical something or another.
My eyes dart to my left, watching as he holds his hand to a button that begins slowly pulling my arms over my head, the chain holes moving on a track toward the ceiling. My head falls back as I watch my hands meet at the top, and it distracts me from feeling the floor moving under me.
As my hands cross, the chains clinging together, I glance down at the Lazy Suzan floor piece that is completely turning me.
The false panel we came in from suddenly turns into a viewing window, and I suck in a breath, seeing the couple beside us I didn’t know existed. In their box, the girl is wearing some really ornate device, and she’s not going gently on the guy’s ass.
It’s not my thing, but it’s still weirdly hot to watch. Only, there’s no sound whatsoever, aside from the pulsing music that vibrates the box with every thump of the bass.
My hands get lowered, and I stumble forward as the chains continue to slide through the track at a waist level, horizontal angle. Rush has already moved behind me, hungrily raking his eyes over me as my hands press against that glass. I’m forced to spread my legs and back up when my hands go a lot lower.
The image falters, and I realize it’s not a viewing window. Apparently it’s a TV screen, because Drex’s crew are tech geeks with a killer instinct.
It’s an uniquely confusing compilation of skillsets.
The image genuinely looks like we’re staring into the room next to us, but it’s yet another couple doing something very confusing with a lot of leather straps on something that resembles a cargo net.
It’s also incredibly erotic to witness, because this is an emotional connection and not just cold sex. I see it in her eyes, the way she looks at him with praise.
I see it in his desire for her, and the passion that accompanies each and every single touch.