Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Heat, explosive and fiery, burns all the way to my core. Instead of pushing him away, I angle my head to the side, giving him the access he needs. His grip on my neck tightens and I can feel how aroused he is since he’s pressed against me.
“Look how brave you are,” he rumbles into my ear. “I have you in my grip, little lamb. I’m going to bite you and steal your breath. Why aren’t you running?”
My heart stammers in my chest. His words should be frightening, but I’m turned on instead. I need to talk to him. But right now, in this moment, I want him to do exactly what he threatens.
Why?
Why do I want this?
Because you want him, crazy girl.
His grip on my throat tightens, constricting my airway. Just hard enough that I can still suck in air, but it comes at the cost of making my face burn with the effort. The music is too loud to hear the rasping of my labored breathing, but the air claws its way into my lungs.
“So brave and curious,” he growls. “Coming, while struggling for air, is unlike any orgasm you’ve ever had before. I’m going to hold you down, make you fight for air, and pleasure you until you climax so hard you black out.” He bites my neck below my earlobe as promised. The sting feels good. “And then I’ll rouse you with kisses to your perfect tits. Kiss my way down to your sweet cunt that drips just for me. You wanted to know why she liked it, how it felt. I’ll show you.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t,” he promises with a labored groan. “You will come alive.”
I let out an embarrassing moan. Thank God no one can hear.
His palm slides up to my jaw, allowing me to breathe freely. Fingers bite into my skin and he tilts my face to meet his. Intense, brown eyes burn into me. I can’t hear his words, but I can see them.
I’m. Going. To. Kiss. You. Now.
My eyes flutter closed when his mouth nears mine. His lips are soft as they brush against mine. I part my lips, allowing him the access he clearly wants—what we both clearly want. He darts his tongue out and it easily dominates mine.
Oh God.
I’m kissing Ren Hayes.
What’s wrong with me?
Right now, it feels so right.
He tastes like mint gum and I am relieved that he doesn’t seem to have been drinking. My tongue lashes with his as I taste him to be sure. Nope. No beer. Just yummy mint. His palm at my back slides under my tank top. Fingers on my back have me shivering. My nipples harden and my pussy aches.
Ren is so smooth.
Too smooth.
The thought of all the other women he goes to bed with has me stiffening. He breaks our kiss to frown at me. As much as I want to kiss him longer, I can’t. I came to see him for a reason.
“We need to talk,” I yell over the music.
“I can’t hear you,” he bellows back, smirking.
Damn him and his devilishly handsome good looks.
Feeling bold, I slide my hands up his chest to his neck, pulling him closer. My lips brush against his ear. “We need to talk.”
I refrain from biting his ear since he bit mine, and instead lean back to look at him. His lips crash to mine and he kisses me deeply once more until I’m dizzy. I manage to pull away, giving him a stern look that has him laughing.
A thrill runs up my spine when he finds my ear again. “I heard you the first time. I just wanted to kiss your pretty mouth again.”
Ugh. He’s such an arrogant shit.
He winks at me before grabbing my hand to guide me away from the drunk assholes. As we make our way through the crowd, I groan at my inability to tell him no. Was this how it was for Kate? Did she just follow the wolf right into his den?
His hand squeezes mine and he looks over his shoulder, the concerned look back in his expressive brown eyes.
I’m having trouble matching up Ren to the monster I once thought he was.
He may not have killed Kate, but he’s not telling me everything. I need to know the truth. Everything he knew about Kate and the “suit” she was so clearly obsessed with.
I’ll get the truth out of him one way or another.
Five
One taste. One taste and I’m fucking addicted. Just like I knew I would be. I want to ask her where her sexy glasses are. Why she’s wearing a top that’s more a second skin than clothing. And who the fuck stuck a groupie lanyard on her. But words get lost on my lips when her eyes storm with questions. Nerdy Natasha didn’t come all the way to the shitty part of town to make out with my sexy ass. No, she came here probably to accuse me some more.