Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“Destiny socked you pretty good.”
“Don’t say her name.” She shudders. “I never want to think of her again.”
“You really lost it last night.” My gaze locks onto hers, searching for answers in the depths of her brown eyes. “Tell me why.”
“I thought we agreed not to talk about it.”
“Maybe I changed my mind.”
Her eyes dip to my chest, the way they often do when she’s vulnerable. “My emotions just hijacked me, and I couldn’t control them. I know it doesn’t make sense, but I was so angry with you. I’ve never felt something like that before.”
“Why?” I press.
“I don’t know.” Her eyebrows pinch together in frustration. “It just felt like you betrayed me.”
“I was never yours,” I remind her. “You were with Adam. You were going to marry Adam.”
She reaches up and touches my face, releasing the tension she sees there. “I told you I’m not her, and that proves it.”
“How?” I grit out.
“Because if I was with him, why do I feel this?” she whispers, gesturing between us.
I close my eyes and release a harsh breath, and she tosses the peas aside before she grabs me by the shirt and tugs me closer. She smells like sweet peaches and feels like a fatal shot of heroine I shouldn’t ever touch again. But this thing between us is a monster in its own right, and neither one of us can seem to slay the beast.
“Fuck me nice,” she murmurs in my ear.
When I open my eyes again, she’s staring up at me exactly like she did the last night I saw her. And this is how I chose to remember her. Soft and sweet. My own personal heaven and hell. I was so fucking wrapped up in her that night I couldn’t see straight. When she kissed me, I kissed her back. And when she laid claim to my cock again, I let her because that’s how it always went with us. But when it was over, and she begged me to take her with me, I couldn’t do it. I was so fucked up at that point in my life that I thought I was doing the right thing, even as she told me how much she hated me for it. But when I dragged her ass back home to Adam and watched her slam my truck door, the echo of that sound has never left me.
I’ve lived with that regret on my consciousness ever since. And in equal parts, I’ve lived with my grief for Adam. It’s impossible not to wonder what might have happened if I had taken her with me that night. Would he still be alive? Would she be here, begging me to fuck her after all these years, like we can just wash away everything we’ve done wrong?
“Bianca—”
“It’s Lyric.” Hurt flashes in her eyes, but when she sees the impending rejection on my face, she doesn’t give it room to breathe.
She grabs my face and kisses me, tugging at my lip with her teeth as she climbs me. She wraps her legs around my hips and grinds on my cock, forcing me to acknowledge that I’ve been hard for her since I laid eyes on her this morning.
“Just forget everything else.” She works frantically to unbuckle my belt. “You want me, and I’m wet for you. That’s all you need to know.”
I growl, dipping my face into her neck and grazing my teeth along her skin as I lay her back over the counter and wrench her ass over the edge. I untie her robe, and the fabric falls apart, revealing the curves that have managed to wreck me for everyone else.
Pulling my dick out of my pants, I take a knee before her and spread her thighs apart. She watches me with dark, hungry eyes as I fist my cock and stare at her pretty little cunt.
“Fucking demon,” I mutter before I bury my face between her legs with a groan.
She threads her fingers through my hair and tugs, arching into me as I inhale her pussy. She wasn’t lying when she said she was wet. The little pervert has been thinking about this, too. I drag my tongue along her slit, lapping up her sweetness before I dip it inside her.
She pants and squirms against my face, trying to take control as she tilts her hips to ride me. I pause to nip her thigh in response, scraping my teeth along the sensitive flesh until she whines.
“Madden.”
“You get what I give you,” I murmur against her. “Now, be good.”
She complies for all of thirty seconds before she tries to squeeze my head between her thighs again. This time, I smack her ass hard enough to leave my handprint across it, and she glares down at me.
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Never said I wasn’t.” I continue to torture her slowly, licking at her sweet cunt while I stroke my cock.