Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 654(@200wpm)___ 523(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
“I do not remember yet. I keep trying to recall what happened when he took me. Where I was. What happened there. I keep feeling as though there was something that I need to know. Must know. Something big that I am forgetting. That I am blocking out.” She raised her hands to her head. “But my head is a great fog, one which I cannot break through no matter how hard I try.” She looked at me, and she stopped shaking. “But strangely, I remember you. You, above anything or anyone else.” Leaning forward, she brought her hand to my face. I fucking froze as she ran her fingertips down my cheek. “I remember you. And these angel eyes.”
Phebe got to her feet and came toward me, stopping at my knees. I sat back in my chair, and she looked down at me. Even in the dim light, I could see her pale cheeks were red. “You saved me.”
There wasn’t one bit of me that wasn’t tense as she spoke those words. She bent down and placed her palms on my thighs. My hips shifted as I felt the heat of her hands through my jeans. “I remember being in your arms.” Her hands started moving up my thighs, one inch at a time.
“Red,” I growled as her face moved ever closer to mine. Even in my drunken state I could see her pupils dilate.
“Red,” she said as her mouth met my ear. “I like this name you call me. Red.” Her lips hit my cheek, then dragged across my skin until they hovered over my mouth, her eyes meeting mine. “I always stood out as a child because of my red hair. I was not blond like Rebekah or my other sisters. Not pretty, with smooth, flawless skin like the rest. I was not a Cursed, nor was I gifted in any way. I was freckled and pale. Yet I was still called for a higher mission.” She smiled and arched her back, her tits pressing into my chest. I groaned, one hand flexing on the side of my chair. I dropped my beer to the ground, the glass thudding as it hit the grass. “Then it all went wrong. Everything changed.” She stilled. She pressed a single, slow kiss to my mouth. “And you saved me . . . twice.”
Phebe’s fingers crawled up toward my dick. I grabbed her wrist with my free hand. “You need to stop,” I ordered.
Her eyes flared. “I do not want to stop,” she said breathlessly. “I have thought of you and nothing else these past five days.”
She had no idea what and who she was fucking with. If she did, she would back away. “Keep going and I’ll fuck you, Red. Can’t be pressing your big tits on me if you ain’t wanting me to fucking own them.” I caught the hitch of her breath and felt her pulse race under my fingers. “I’ll fuck you right here. I’ll fuck you and lick you and not stop until you’re screaming my name. You want that, bitch?”
Her shaky breath passed over my face. I smelled liquor on her breath, saw her pupils dilate and her freckled skin flush red at my crass words. I knew she was about to turn away, run back into the darkness. I knew she would pull back and go back home. And I knew—
“AK,” she whispered, and my narrowed eyes snapped to hers. Her bright-blue eyes were lit with something I didn’t expect—desire. Then a motherfucking twitch flickered at the side of her mouth, and she pulled her wrist from my hand, reaching down to cup my hard cock. She licked her lips. “AK . . . I want you . . . to own me.”
And I fucking snapped.
Lurching forward, I slammed my hands on her face and crushed her mouth to mine. I plunged my tongue alongside hers, pulling her head down as she moaned into my mouth. I fucking savaged her lips, bruising the flesh. I lowered my hands to her hips and pulled her down onto my lap. She crashed on top of me, never breaking from my mouth. I groaned as her hand began rubbing along the fly of my jeans. My tongue sank deeper, and I reached down and pulled up her dress, almost ripping the fucking material in two when I couldn’t get to her legs. But then my palms met flesh.
Phebe broke from my mouth, gasping, and trailed her lips and tongue down my neck. Her fingers snapped at the buttons on my fly. I bit my lip as she split the denim and her hand wrapped around my cock. Her hips rolled and her pussy ran along my thigh as she pumped me in her hand. Her mouth to my ear, her long red hair falling over my cheek. “AK,” she moaned, and I fucking jerked in her hand. I closed my eyes, holding back the need to flip her onto the ground and fuck her like she wanted. But then she was sliding down my body, her dress slipping through my fingers. I opened my eyes and watched as her knees hit the ground, her hand still gripping my cock.