Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I rubbed my scar as I leaned against the shower wall, letting the hot water run over my body. “When I was in jail those five months, believe it or not, those inmates hated me more than they hated any member of the clubs, including Katie. There was this one girl—I don’t know what crew she’s from, and I had never met her before in my life—but she absolutely hated me. She wanted me dead, but I fought her. I wouldn’t allow myself to die in that shit hole.”
I rubbed my shoulder again. “That’s where this scar came from,” I told him, moving my hand. “She had all the guards in her fucking pockets. They all owed her something or they owed her crew something. They gave her any weapon she wanted, turned their back on everything she did, pretending it wasn’t going on. She made my life hell while I was in there. I’m guessing it didn’t go unnoticed by the FBI.”
I turned my head to face him, watching the different emotions pass over his face as he listened to me speak. “The agent that was questioning me didn’t like my attitude, I guess. Maybe it was because I wasn’t willing to tell him anything, or maybe it was because I wasn’t willing to make any kind of deal with him. He got up and put his things away after I spit in his face.” Cole smirked a little as he pictured it, but the next thing I said quickly wiped the smirk off of his face. “I thought I was going to be allowed to go back to my cell, but he said ‘bring her in’. He walked out, and that bitch took his place. I was unarmed, and I knew she was fucking dangerous. She makes me look like a normal, preppy, high school bitch, Cole.”
His jaw was clenched in anger, fury lighting up his features. “I put a chair between us, but she got over it, sending us both crashing to the floor. She managed to get my neck between her arms, and she choked the shit out of me with the chain on her cuffs, telling me I better tell them everything, effectively sending all of us to prison—death row—or she’d make my death slow and painful.”
Cole sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as he regained his composure. Neither of us moved for a minute. Finally, Cole sighed and opened his eyes. “Hand me your poof and come here,” he said softly.
I did as he said. He grabbed my bottle of shower gel and put it on the poof. Gently, almost like a caress, Cole ran his hand over my body, the poof following behind. By the time he had bathed me completely, I was a turned on, hot mess. I knew that he knew this, too; fuck, Cole knew my body better than I did.
He moved me back a little, letting the water wash away all of the suds from my skin. Cole finally groaned and yanked me against him, his lips working against mine as soon as our bodies came in contact. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his wet hair.
Cole lifted me up and wasted no time in pushing himself deep inside of me. I cried out, throwing my head back. His lips worked against my neck and moved lower as he pumped in and out of me, holding me up with his sheer, upper body strength. His lips circled my already hardened nipple, and I pulled on his hair a little as I felt my climax building. “Cole, please, fuck me harder,” I breathlessly begged.
He pushed me against the shower wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, and he slammed into me, making me practically scream his name. “Fuck, Cole, yes, fuck, right there!” I moaned, biting down on his shoulder.
His hands ran over my body as we both panted for breath, desperate for the release that we were both on the brink of. “Come for me, baby,” he groaned. “Fucking come, Amelia.”
I did. I pressed myself against him, screaming his name again as I dug my nails into his back. He bit my collarbone, groaning as he came inside of me. “Cole, I don’t . . .” I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath. “Don’t put me down. I’ll fall.”
He chuckled into my neck, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly. “No problem. I’ll just fuck you again on your bed.”
He turned the water off and carried me to my bed. After setting me on it, he spread my legs open, baring my core to him. I was practically dripping as he gazed down at me.
Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.
Before he could go down on me, I gagged, my hand flying up to my mouth. Oh, God, I was going to be sick.