Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I almost laugh at the expression she gives me. Like a kitten that’s been told no and put in time out. I don’t say anything and close her door before walking around to the driver’s side.
Claire sits with her arms across her chest, making her tits more noticeable. She doesn’t look at me, but I can see the anger bubbling up inside of her. I start the SUV and head back toward the house.
“Why did you come tonight?”
I turn the radio down, knowing that she won’t be able to hear me with the music on.
“Don’t ask questions that are just going to piss you off. Shut up and be quiet.” I speak to her like she is a child, and not because I see her as one, but because she’s acting like one.
She huffs angrily and leans against the door. I white knuckle the steering wheel, the tension in the SUV rises a degree with each breath we take. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come back into her life, not that I was really ever gone, but I wasn’t physically involved.
Leaving her again is going to be harder on both of us.
“I’m done, Lucca. Done being controlled.” I grasp the steering wheel a little tighter. “I hate you, but more than anything, I hate myself because even after all this time, even after everything you said and did to me. The way you hurt me. I still miss you…” Her voice cracks, and so does my heart.
A sob rips from her throat, and like a rubber band pulled too tight, I snap. I veer off the side of the road and slam my foot on the breaks. All my pent-up anger and rage rushes to the surface. I’m TNT, and she’s just lit my fucking fuse.
Carter’s car passes by us, and I shoot him a quick text to keep on going home. I need to deal with Claire right now. I need to fix this.
It’s wrong to want her. Forbidden, a temptation that I can’t afford. Falling for her, giving in to what we both want, would only lead to more pain. I learned long ago that I could never love, not even her. What does it say about me as a man to have known her for years—since she was a little girl—and now that she’s older and more mature, I see her in a different light?
“What do you want from me, Claire?” I speak through clenched teeth. “Do you…”
She cuts me off and moves toward me. “I want you to touch me.”
I swallow my tongue. She wants me… fuck, she wants me to touch her? I clam up, my entire body stiffens.
“Touch, Lucca. I want to feel your fingers on my skin.”
“You’re drunk,” I croak, my cock uncaring of anything I’ve thought over the last hour. I’m coming up with every excuse I can fathom not to touch her, all while knowing nothing could ever stop me. My obsession with her is maddening. There is nowhere in this world she could hide from me I wouldn’t find her.
“I want you,” she whispers and crawls across the seat and into my lap. Straddling me, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close.
I’m consumed by her, swallowed whole, and I can’t stop the desire from seeping out of me. I want her so badly; it fucking hurts. I can almost taste her on my lips, feel her against my skin.
I’m at a crossroads. I have to stop this, but I can’t.
“Touch me, Lucca, please,” Claire whimpers.
Taking my hand in hers, she guides it to the apex of her thigh. My heart beats so loudly, it’s the only thing I can hear in my ears. Her movements aren’t hesitant. Or timid. In fact, they’re experienced and precise, which leads me to wonder if she’s been with someone.
Carter has been watching her for me, and until tonight, I trusted him completely, but apparently, he has been doing shit behind my back, and I’m not so sure anymore.
The thought leaves me feeling an irrational rush of jealousy. My cock grows harder as she grinds herself against it, taunting me, edging me toward a breaking point that I’ll never come back from. A tiny groan escapes my lips.
“Do it. Feel how much I want you.”
Her sultry voice, coupled with her scent, is enough to push me over the edge, but the nail in the coffin is when she spreads her legs a little wider and presses my fingers closer to her warm heat. In a flash, I forget the world around me. I let the worry and fear of what may happen tomorrow fall to the wayside.
She is my greatest sin, and I will sin a thousand times over for her. Inching my fingers closer, I graze the edge of her underwear. At that single touch, she lets out a content sigh. I’m tempted to slip beneath the underwear and sink my fingers inside her tight channel to see if she’s given herself to another man, but at the last second, choose not to.