Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?”
They looked up to see Cam standing over them, eating . . . cake.
“Oh, you bastard,” said Roni.
Marcus shook his head. “How could you, Cam?”
The guy double-blinked, seemingly baffled. “Do what?”
“Satan’s helper—that’s all I’m saying.” Roni stood and held out a hand to Marcus, but he jumped to his feet. Snarling at Cam, they both shrugged past him.
“What?” Cam sighed. “You guys are weird.”
In the kitchen, Roni and Marcus fought over what food was left—to the extreme amusement of those around them—but he didn’t mind, because it meant he’d got her to play with him. Later, after she’d annoyed Eli a little more and Marcus had taken about as much as he could of Dominic hitting on her with cheesy lines, Marcus tugged on her hand. “Come with me.”
“Huh?”
“Come with me.” He led her through the labyrinth of tunnels, straight to his room. The second the door closed behind them, he was on her. Molten need flared through him as his mouth found hers, feasting on her. Pulling the tie from her hair, he buried his hands in the silky tresses—an image of her hair draped over his thighs as she sucked him off flashed through his mind, and a growl rumbled out of him. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day.”
The harsh words spoken against her mouth made her gasp. She would have admitted to feeling the same torture, but then he was sucking on her tongue. She fisted her hands in his T-shirt as his hands roamed over her body like he owned her, possessively cupping her ass. Then he froze as one hand skimmed over her hip.
“What’s this? Have you brought a weapon on my territory, Roni? Because, you know, as an enforcer, I’d have to deal with that kind of insult.”
Breathless and kind of confused, she double-blinked. “What? It’s just my cell phone.” And why was he talking?
“Hmm. You understand I have to be sure.” He spun her to face the wall and placed her hands firmly on it. “Arms and legs spread wide apart.”
Okay, now she was really confused. And she didn’t appreciate his tone. “What’s that now?”
“You heard me. Now do as you’re told.”
“Oh, you motherfucker!” She struggled to move out of his hold, but a sharp bite to her nape had her freezing in shock. Her wolf urged her to be still rather than fight him, to play, which was surprising enough to make her quiet.
“No respect for authority, have you?” He ground himself against her, letting her feel just how hard he was. “I’ll say it one more time: spread your arms and legs wide apart.”
Curious, Roni did as he asked—well, ordered.
“That’s it. Is there anything you want to tell me? You can make this much easier on yourself if you just tell me the truth.”
His breath on her neck made her shudder. She would have expected to find role-play kind of amusing, but the sexual hunger creeping over her left her incapable of humor. “No. I have nothing to tell you.”
“Fine, we’ll do this my way.” His body throbbing with a savage, carnal need that would have left him shaken if his brain had room for thought, Marcus kicked her legs wider apart.
“What are you doing?”
“A body search, of course. This will go much easier if you just keep nice and still. No struggling.” His tone was uncompromising, implacable.
Starting at Roni’s shoulders, he began to slowly but firmly pat down her upper body. His confident, knowing hands were anything but cool and detached, making her tremble and squirm. She gave a low moan as his hands briefly skated over her breasts.
“I have to be certain you’re not concealing anything here.” Marcus gathered the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly slid it over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her bra quickly joined it. Then he pressed his body against hers as his hands slid to her breasts—they were the perfect handful. He kneaded and squeezed them, pausing occasionally to pinch and tweak her nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make her arch against him while moaning and grinding against his cock.
Nibbling on the back of her shoulder, Marcus snaked a hand down her flat, taut stomach, inching farther and farther toward what he wanted most. “Is there anything hiding in here I should know about?”
Before Roni could say a word, he’d unzipped her pants and thrust his hand inside and past the barrier of her boy shorts to cup her hard. His hand lingered there, unmoving, driving her insane with anticipation. Restless, she twisted her hips, trying to find some relief. The cruel bastard withdrew his hand a little.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. Be nice and still for me.” When she stilled, he slid his hand farther down and flicked her clit with his finger. She moaned loudly, but she didn’t move. He slipped a finger through her folds, growling at how slick she was. “There doesn’t seem to be anything here. But I have to be sure.” He squatted on the ground, removed her shoes, and then peeled down her pants. The boy shorts were hot as fuck, giving him sneak peeks of that perfect little ass, but they had to go too. He tapped her lightly on her leg. “Step out of the pants and shorts.”