Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81175 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Crow crawled up my body until we were face to face. The residue from my body was smeared across his lips. Seeing my arousal shine on his lips made my legs automatically squeeze his hips.
My hands glided up his chest, feeling the grooves of muscle. I wanted to sink my claws into him and never let go. Instantly, my body allowed him to possess me. That invisible cord that once bound me to him was tight around my throat. My heart was made of steel and would never let him in again, but the rest of my body bowed to him.
“I want you.” He moved his body against mine, his thick cock pressed against my tender folders. He slowly grinded against me, his throbbing dick desperate to be inside me. He leaked pre-cum onto my already drenched pussy.
It took all my strength to combat the powerful desires in my body. I already did too many things with Crow that I regretted. The damage was already done. But sleeping with him would only make things worse. I had to be strong. “Tomorrow.”
He growled against my face, his eyes shining with defiance.
“Tomorrow,” I repeated.
He finally pulled away and lay on the be beside me. His hard cock still lay against his stomach, thick and read to plow me if I changed my mind.
I wasn’t sure if I could lay beside him all night while keeping my hands to myself. He’d have to put on some clothes if he wanted to make that happen.
He turned off the bedside lamp and the bedroom fell into darkness. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me hard against his chest. He hooked my leg over his waist and rested his forehead against mine.
Thinking with its own mind, my arm wrapped around his neck and I closed my eyes. I could feel his stare on me, the burn of his eyes as they stared at my face. I didn’t look at him because I didn’t trust myself to stare into those blue eyes. I hung on the precipice of temptation. If I strayed too far, I’d fall head first into the abyss known as Crow Barsetti.
His deep voice came into my ear. “Good night, Button.”
“Good night, Crow.”
Chapter Nine
Pearl
I dreaded the conversation I was about to have with Jason. He would be upset with me, and he had every right to be. The guilt was eating me down to the core of my soul and I couldn’t shake the feeling. He’d been so supportive, and I felt like I betrayed him. We weren’t in a relationship. In fact, we hadn’t even gone out to dinner together. But I still felt like I did something wrong.
He answered the door with the same cold expression he wore the last time I saw him. He was in jeans and a t-shirt and his hair was damp since he just got out of the shower. When he didn’t speak I knew he was still irritated with me.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.” He walked into the kitchen and stood at the counter. His arms were across his chest. The muscle of his arms was tight, and his usually bright eyes were dark.
I stood on the opposite side of the counter and felt his hostility seep into my pores. “Jason, we need to talk—”
“Yeah, we do. And I think I should go first.”
He was already pissed at me for the way we left our last argument. When I dropped this new bomb on him he would be even more pissed. “Okay.”
“I don’t know what we are but I think we should take a step back. After the other night, I just don’t feel comfortable moving forward.”
I didn’t change my expression, but I was definitely surprised. We had a tense moment but I didn’t realize it bothered him so much. “Can you be more specific?”
He leaned against the refrigerator, keeping miles between us. “Every time we have sex it moves to something else. You want me to spank you or tie you up…I know you went through a lot over the past year. You never talk about it but I can imagine how horrible it was. And…I feel like your projecting these experiences onto me and it makes me uncomfortable.”
“Jason, that’s not what I was doing. I just…I like stuff like that.” The best sex I’d ever had was with Crow. In the beginning I didn’t like the twisted things he did to me. But now vanilla was my least favorite kind of sex. I wanted the kinky stuff, the dark stuff.
“But you didn’t like that stuff before.”
“Things change, Jason. We haven’t been together in years. You aren’t the same in bed either.”
“But I’m not doing weird stuff.”
I swallowed my offense and let it go. “It’s not weird. I like it and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”