Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“I have to be at home with the wife.” Neither of them is okay with Cyber’s plan, but I selfishly like his idea too much to agree with them.
“Is there anything to do in this town?” Bee asks, seeing my confusion.
“Yes. There are plenty of new shops. I can take you over to the bookstore or maybe the coffee shop,” he offers.
“Sounds good, but I shouldn’t be using my bank card in case that asshole is searching for us.”
“True. Here.” Cyber pulls out his wallet and hands her a hundred dollars.
“Don’t expect change.” She huffs, walking out the door with a bit of attitude. I love my cousin, but for the first time, I’m glad to see the back of her for a bit.
As soon as they’re gone, Cyber spins me around. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe your lips were right here.” I can’t believe my boldness, but his kisses are the best.
“That’s right,” he growls, pulling me into his arms and lifting me so that my feet are off the ground. He falls back onto the sofa, and then I straddle his legs with mine on the outside of his thighs. My chest is practically in his face as we kiss wildly. His hands spear into my hair, tugging and gripping.
“Fuck, I’m going to lose it, Andrea. Tell me to slow down.” I don’t want to, but he’s right. I push myself off him, standing on my two feet, and attempt to catch my breath.
He’s about to speak when I put a finger up. “Maybe we should. I don’t even know your real name.”
Nodding, he stands and says, “My name is Elijah Ivanov.”
“Ivanov?” I tilt my head, wondering why that comes as a surprise. Maybe it’s because he has an olive complexion.
“I’m part Russian, part English, but I grew up in America since I was a toddler. Although the guys know my name, they’ve gotten used to calling me Cyber; no one has called me by my real name in a decade, I think.”
“I think it’s sexy.”
“Oh, yeah? How sexy?” He pulls me back down, and we fall onto the sofa again. I roll my hips on his lap, feeling that insane girth right between my legs. He causes insane lust in me that I’ve never felt before. I’ve heard and read about such longing, but I’ve never felt such a need until now. All thoughts, problems, and interests fade into the background.
His thick fingers splay over my hips, pressing firmly into them. “Be careful. I’m holding on as long as I can, but baby girl, I’m tempted to take you to my bedroom and fill that little slit with my seed.”
I gasp, not from fear or shock but from pure arousal. I grind my pussy on him again, but before we can take it a step further, the doorbell rings.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snarls. Sliding me off his lap and onto the sofa, he stands up and then tells me to stay put. “Don’t move that sexy ass one bit.” He walks to the door and looks at a camera near the door before unlocking it.
A large man I haven’t seen before enters. “Hey, Boomer, come in.”
“Boomer?” I question, standing up to meet the man who took my call. He’s massive. Cyber’s not as large as most of them, but he’s stacked too. It’s like they all lift weights daily.
“Okay. I came over here because we’re home and I wanted to give you the information firsthand. Detective Torres knows you’re gone and that you’re under our protection. He’s also practically up Demi’s ass. He’s a fool. Anyway, your property will be returned once it’s been cleared from evidence.”
“I still have another show at the Center.”
“Actually, since the incident, they canceled the show.” Relief hits me with that news. I really had no urge to perform so soon after what happened. “The police informed them that they’re not allowed to contact you until the matter has been resolved and that you have been placed under protective custody. Beast will handle the legalities, but it’s clear that they don’t want a lawsuit since the stalker got a hold of their cameras and erased all the footage of the performance. Plus, he could show up to the next show if they aren’t careful enough.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Boomer looks at Cyber and then at me with chagrin. “I’m sorry I interrupted your time, but we’re going to have dinner at the clubhouse tonight.” He and Cyber share a knowing look. It must mean something else.
“We’ll be there,” Cyber says.
“Seven.”
“Okay.” Cyber nods.
He waves at us before he takes his leave. As soon as the door is locked, I find myself flipped over Elijah’s shoulder and carried through the apartment until my back hits a mattress. “Now, where were we?” he asks with a growl. My panties were already destroyed, but if they weren’t, they would be now.