Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Well, a surprise only works if you keep it a secret, right?” I make the gesture of my lips being sealed, and she rolls her eyes.
“I could always beg…” She bats her long lashes, her eyes doing that thing that makes my cock instantly hard. Fuck, she’s a temptation, but she’s going to ruin my plans if I don’t get her back on track.
“Later, baby. You can beg me all you want when we get back, and if you’re good and behave, I’ll make you come on my cock.”
She snorts. “You’ll do that anyway.”
I watch as she gets dressed, and it takes more self-will than I care to admit not to try to fuck her. Think of the surprise. Since I’m an early riser, I’m already dressed for the day.
Aspen interrupts my thoughts as she skirts by me, her yoga pants accenting her ass perfectly. I shove out of bed and follow her.
She makes a pit stop in the bathroom to run a brush through her hair. Our gazes collide in the mirror as I watch, completely obsessed and blinded by her beauty. I can see the wheels in her head turning. Sometimes she gets anxious, and it’s best to just remind her everything is okay.
“I guess I should’ve asked if I needed to dress up, but I assumed…” I take her gently by the chin and lean into her, cutting off her tirade. Worry gives way to desire that shines bright in her eyes.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Shhh, stop worrying. There is no need to dress up. We aren’t even leaving Corium.” I drop that little nugget of info to get her thinking.
Her pink lips part. “So the surprise is here? At Corium.”
I nod and release my grasp on her chin, placing a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Mine. Forever. For always.
“Hmmm, there aren’t many options for surprises here, but you’re Quinton Rossi, so anything is possible.”
“Exactly, now let’s go get some breakfast and coffee. I’m hungry, and what I wanted to eat for breakfast isn’t available.” I grin.
“Why’re you so obsessed with me?” she taunts and rushes toward the door. I give chase because no matter how much I love her and how much we’ve been through, the one part of me I can never shut off is the need to dominate her, to keep her in my arms. She is my prey, and I am her dark wolf.
“I’ll forever be obsessed with you, Aspen Rossi. My wife, my everything.” I growl into her ear as she rushes out of the bedroom with me hot on her heels. Today’s going to be a good day. I can feel it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Aspen
I trust Quinton with my life. I know he would never put me in any danger or cause me any pain. Yet as he leads me to the dorms of Corium, my heart beats irregularly fast, my palms are sweaty, and fear swirls around my gut to the point of nausea.
“You okay?” Q asks, reaching for my hand to interlace his fingers with mine.
“Yeah, just antsy to see this surprise.”
“Well, that’s good because we’re here.” Quinton comes to a halt, and I follow suit.
Looking around, I don’t see anything besides the empty hallway. I’m about to ask what the hell he’s talking about when Quinton turns sideways, lifts his arm, and knocks on one of the dorm rooms.
I’ve never been to this part of the dorms, so I have no idea what to expect, which is probably the reason the uneasy feeling won’t leave my gut. Quinton must pick up on my anxiety. He squeezes my hand gently.
“Don’t worry, I think you’re going to like this, and if not, you don’t have to do it,” he assures me, and a little bit of tension disappears.
The door opens, and a guy I’ve only ever seen in passing before greets us. “Hey, guys, come in. I’m all set up.” He addresses us both but keeps his eyes trained on Quinton.
I’m not sure if people automatically do this or if Q threatened everyone with torture if they look at me too long.
Both scenarios are very possible.
Clinging onto Quinton’s hand like it’s my life raft, I follow them inside the dorm room. Scanning the open space, I immediately notice how much smaller this is than the apartment we’re staying in but still bigger than the room I had when I first came to Corium.
He must live here alone since only one bed is in the corner. The walls are covered in hand-drawn art, which is really the only thing that gives this room some life. The little furniture that’s in here is bland and colorless.
My eyes land on a weird-looking chair wrapped in clear plastic wrap. The table beside it is also wrapped in foil, with some kind of tools on top.