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)
His body falls over mine, and then he thrusts forward, filling me up to the hilt.
I feel him everywhere, touching, kissing. Deep strokes touch places never reached before, sending me into oblivion.
Hands tighten on my restrained wrists. He’s unrelenting and punishingly rough. Skin slapping skin echoes through the room mixed with his grunts and my screams.
He shows no mercy. And I want none.
He’s awakening me to sensations I didn’t know possible. Suddenly, his hand comes over my mouth, forcing the fabric down, cutting off my airway.
“Count, sweetness. Five seconds.”
His hips piston into me and the pressure of his palm across the satin causes panic and exhilaration all at once. My mind clouds with euphoria, eclipsing everything but the orgasm that rips through me, sending shock waves through every molecule of my body.
When I finally come down, my body is tense all over. I can breathe a little better now that his hand has been removed from my mouth, allowing the silk to dance over my skin with every inhale and exhale. Ren’s cock pulls from my body, sending a shiver over me. He crawls up my naked, fevered flesh and grunts as he straddles my shoulders. I can hear him working his own release, and then warm, wet fluid spurts over the fabric draped over my face, dampening it—sticking it to my lips.
“Fuuuckk,” he roars, his come still flowing from him. The weight of him is almost suffocating, but I’m too delirious to care about anything but the salty taste of him soaking into my lips.
My limbs are heavy and sore, and every part of me feels the echoes of Ren’s touch.
The new day came and went, and we only stopped fucking to eat and sleep.
Ren’s soft snores from beside me make a smile creep over my lips. I didn’t expect this. Him.
It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. Yet, I can’t force myself to leave. To not want him.
Pulling the covers up over him, I slip from the bed. My mouth is parched, and I’m pretty sure I’ve burned more calories in the last two days than I have the entire year at the gym. My stomach growls on that thought, demanding fuel. Grabbing a discarded shirt, I drag it over my body and make my way to Ren’s kitchen. There’s not much in there but a couple of slices of cold leftover pizza that has my name all over it. Plucking a bottle of beer from his stash, I carry my bounty to his couch and collapse on it. The first bite of pizza makes me sigh as I chase it with the beer. I should really get dressed and get back to my own apartment. I have classes tomorrow. But I know I won’t.
A buzzing startles me, making me splash myself with beer. Shit.
Scrubbing at the mess on Ren’s shirt, I seek out the sound of the buzzing. It’s coming from Ren’s cell phone left on the coffee table. A William is calling. Frowning, I look at the time. Three in the morning. It must be important to be calling so late. I debate waking Ren just as the buzzing stops. Not that important then? A couple of seconds later a text message flashes up.
William: You can’t keep leaving me waiting.
William: You’re punishing me for what happened to Kate.
My heart speeds up, nearly ripping from my chest at the mention of Kate.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Guilt douses me. She is the reason I came to Ren. To find the truth—to get justice. And instead, I became just another groupie of Ren Hayes. I’m a disgrace.
I stare at the text, reading the little text box visible on his home screen over and over again. My legs wobble as I stand. Unsteadily, I bolt back to the bedroom and flick on the light.
The intrusion of the glow makes Ren groan and pull a pillow over his head. “Need sleep, babe.”
Standing over him, I drag the pillow away and show him his phone.
“Who is William?” I demand.
Squinting his eyes up at me, he snatches the phone and reads the messages.
“It’s rude to read other people’s messages, Nat.”
“Don’t do that. Tell me who the hell he is and how he knew Kate.”
Sighing, he tosses the phone down on the space next to him where I lay moments before, naked and sated. Now I’m running on adrenaline, the blood racing through my veins for very different reasons than the last two nights of pleasure.
“Are you going to sit the fuck down or just hover over me in nothing but my wet shirt?”
Looking down at myself I chew anxiously on my lip and stroke over the wet stain. This gets me a smirk and a raised brow from him.
“Tell me, Ren. I need to know,” I snap, refusing to allow that beautiful face to distract me from getting answers.