Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
He lays me down, all the while kissing along my neck and collarbone, then lower, suckling my breasts. Lust and desperation make my head cloudy. My nails scratch down his scalp as he travels lower.
The moment his lips find my clit, my back arches, and I moan out his name.
He licks and sucks as his hands grip my breasts, and I swear I can feel him everywhere. With all of New York witnesses beyond those large paned windows, I come undone under him.
I cry out his name as my orgasm sensitizes every inch of my heated skin. Before I know it, his lips are on mine, his hips widen my legs, and he buries himself deep inside me, all the while kissing me as if he needs the air in my lungs.
It’s far more intense than I’ve felt before.
Ever.
With any man, let alone the depths Ro has taken me in bed before.
He thrusts deep and deeper, grabbing my thigh and angling me how he wants me. I can’t do anything but hold on as my head spins with desire and the need for more. He fucks me so hard it nears the edge of pain. But the sweet sting and threat of agony is muted with the demanding pleasure he commands over my body each time.
Over and over, he fucks me in a way that feels like love to me. I swear it does. Even at this moment when I can barely think, I know it’s true. As the thought hits me, he kisses me again, moaning my name into my mouth.
I come nearly violently as he continues his relentless pace. His groan is deep as he buries his lips in the crook of my neck. He doesn’t stop as he races for his own release, pushing me higher and higher until I’m falling over the edge again.
He slams into me to the hilt, and I love the way he pulses as he finds his release. I love even more how he stares deep into my eyes and only closes them to kiss me. Passionately, wantingly, and with a deep need that my own desires echo.
My heart continues to beat wildly even after the pleasure subsides.
Even after he leaves a calming kiss on my shoulder.
Even after the cool air chills my skin in his absence as he heads to the bathroom.
I can’t help but stare across the room to the bathroom light with my head spinning. I can’t help the way I feel, and I can’t help how this all happened.
As he climbs back into bed and the bed groans, I know two things for certain.
I believe him
I’m madly in love with him, and I’ll take everything the world throws at me if only he’ll love me back.
CHAPTER 22
Ronan
My father’s office brings back shit memories. Like I’m a child once again who’s in trouble with their old man. I assume he wants to see me over the controversy, and I’d be lying if I say I’m a little on edge about what he’ll throw at me. He’s always gotten under my skin.
Especially when you’re a Wolf. He probably thinks I’m ruining the family name, and I take some joy in that.
Fuck him.
He’s as bad as Dean Chambers.
Which is yet another thing Brooklyn and I have in common. We both grew up with shitty fathers who always thought they knew best despite the trauma and toxicity they could be causing. It’s sad when you think about it. I spent years in therapy, paying a fuckload of money for someone to tell me that I’m mad at my father.
Yeah, no shit.
With a heated tingle at the back of my neck, I feel his presence before he even walks into the room. He has a certain aura about him. Almost like he’s Satan himself.
His dark hair is at odds with the stark white marble covering the back wall. His high-end office is cold and stark, just like his very presence.
And without any greeting, he takes a seat across from me at his desk, where I was made to wait, and simply orders, “End your charade with the girl, or I’ll tell the board that you lied, and it will destroy your chance at tenure.”
Knots twist in my stomach as I lock eyes with him and keep my expression as impassive as possible.
Charade with the girl? What exactly does he know?
It takes a minute to even register the threat. My father has done a lot of fucked-up shit to me through the years, but this one takes the whole damn cake.
I don’t back down, and I’m insulted that he thinks I will.
“What fucking charade? You don’t get to—”
“Gerald told me everything.”
Swallowing thickly, I register the hell I’m in. I can’t speak. I can’t say a word. What the fuck? No fucking way. Gerald?
“He had good intentions. Wanted me to help, so I am.” My father’s smile twists the knife in my heart.