Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
I’m not worried about them trying to stop us. We’ll be long gone before they get here, and there will be nothing left but a smoldering pile of nothing when they do.
I slam the Molotov cocktail to the floor and blue flames spread a pathway toward the pools of gasoline shimmering at the base of the barn.
It’s like a fiery domino effect. Flames race around the outside of the barn and spread up the walls.
Lars and I look at each other over the skull bandanas around our faces.
We don’t talk.
But we nod.
It’s time to go.
We disappear into the woods. Our bikes are parked half a mile away in a secluded area where there is no danger of any Psychos finding them.
We ride to the bluff overlooking St Bon and watch the warehouse fully catch alight in the distance.
We watch all the fake phantasia turn to embers.
The flames lick high into the sky and the heat singes the night air.
We don’t leave until the roof collapses in on itself, and the warehouse is completely decimated.
CHAPTER 38
BELLE
He’s gone for hours, and I drift off to sleep.
But it’s a restless sleep. My dreams are fractured and nonsensical. And again I feel the sensation of falling, falling, falling…
I cry out and burst into wakefulness and it takes me a moment to realize Beast has me in his strong arms and I am trembling and crying.
Slowly my dream drains away, and all I am aware of is the strength of Beast and his body as he holds me. He runs his palm down my damp hair, gently soothing me.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs against my hair. I feel like crying because I was so afraid, but now I’m not, and I know it’s because I feel safe with him, like nothing can touch me when his arms are wrapped around me.
“You were having another nightmare.”
I remember it. The shatter of glass. The sensation of falling. But this time I saw my mom. We were inside a car and she looked over her shoulder at me and I saw the fear and sadness in her eyes. It felt like she was apologizing to me. Saying goodbye.
I close my eyes and melt into Beast a little more. I can feel his heartbeat, a steady and comforting rhythm against my cheek, and it calms me until my breathing and pulse return to normal.
When he lets me go, I look up at him, and he wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. His touch is tender. His warmth comforting.
I reach for him and pull him closer, needing the solid wall of muscle that is his chest and shoulders, and all the fear recedes from my body.
I brush my lips to his ear. “I want you. All of you. Now.”
He pulls back to look at me, and his eyes search my face.
“Don’t make me beg,” I whisper.
Something flashes in his eyes before he crashes his lips to mine, and his kiss is searing and hot, and I’m done holding back.
I reach between us.
I feel the size of him against my palm, and dear God, I was right. He is huge. Really huge.
Excitement zips through me like lightning.
He stands and his eyes burn down on me as he undoes his belt buckle and slowly pulls the belt free.
Next to go are his jeans and then his underwear, and fuck…
His cock is so big I’m not sure how it’s going to fit.
I look up at him, at his cock, and lick my lips. It might not fit, but we’re going to have fun trying.
“I will take it slow,” Beast says, as if he can read my mind.
But I don’t want him to take it slow. I’m aching to know how it feels to have him inside me. I know it’s going to hurt, and I want it to. I want to feel his size stretch me, to make every thick inch sting with pleasure and pain as he pushes into me.
He crawls over me, the head of his cock trailing along my thighs as he bends down to kiss me.
I take him in my hand and he trembles at my touch, groaning against my lips as he takes the kiss deeper.
Everything throbs greedily.
“Please,” I beg.
“You need to be ready,” he says with a deep smoky voice. “Let me get your body ready so I don’t hurt you.”
“But I am ready,” I say, dragging his hand to my drenched pussy. My wetness coats his fingers and he groans, his giant cock flinching against his steel-cut abs.
“So wet,” he whispers. “But I’m going to make you even wetter so your juicy pussy will take my cock with no pain.”
I want to tell him there is no way my body is going to take something that big without pain.
But then he buries his face between my thighs, and the moment his velvety tongue hits my clit, my ability to form words vanishes.