Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Lucky for him, he takes the hint and disappears again into the sea of writhing bodies while Romero moves toward me like a lion stalking his prey.
I’m not going to make it that easy. I back away, eyes locked on his, drawing him deeper into the crowd. It’s easier for him to push his way through, as big as he is, and my breath comes in quick gasps as he closes in. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me in one bite. And I can’t decide whether I want him to or not.
Turns out it’s not easy to back my way across a crowded dance floor. I end up stumbling against a tight cluster of sloppy drunk girls and come damn close to ending up on my ass before Romero’s arms shoot out to take hold of me.
Oh, no. It feels too good. Too right. Being touched even like this, when my body was already buzzing off alcohol and dancing and freedom.
His lips brush against my ear and send a shiver running through me. “You’re playing a game you will never win,” he tells me, his voice low. But he’s wrong. I did win, because I got him out here with me. I proved to him and myself that he can’t handle seeing another man touching me. He needs me for himself.
The arm that snakes around my back forces the air from my lungs all at once. I want to melt against him, to give myself to him like I tried to before—but no, I can’t make it that easy. Not again. Even though his touch makes me weak.
My legs shake, but he holds me up, backing me away from the thickest cluster of dancers and into the deeper shadows near the walls. Yes, this is it, this is what I want, I won. Beyond that is the screaming of my body, my nipples hardening, and my pussy growing wet as my back hits the wall and he cages me in with his arms.
He’s breathing hard, the heat fanning across my face. “You don’t know what you’re playing at,” he grits, his teeth clenched, his chest heaving. “You don’t have the first fucking clue what you’re doing to me.”
“Don’t I?”
I can’t help whimpering when he runs a hand over my hair, the side of my face and my neck. He cups my jaw in his hand before his caress becomes more assertive, demanding. The hand he closes around my throat threatens to cut off my air but doesn’t. He leaves me hanging in limbo, waiting to see what comes next.
“Don’t you get it?” He rolls his hips, grinding his dick against me. It’s just as hard as it was last night, and he sucks in a short breath at the contact while my pussy throbs. “Don’t you know how much I want to fuck you? Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
Yes! Yes, I knew it! He wants me. Anything else is an act.
“But you deserve better,” he growls, touching his forehead to mine. He sounds like a man hanging onto the last threads of his self-control – or his sanity. “You deserve everything.”
“But I want you.”
“You don’t.”
“Stop telling me what I’m thinking and what I want.”
He lifts his head and stares deep into my soul. I have nothing to hide now. There’s no reason to lie. “Touch me,” I beg him again. “Please, touch me. Show me what you’re hiding under that mask you wear.”
He groans, letting go of my throat so he can run his hand over my chest, cupping my breasts before moving on, over my stomach — the muscles jumping and fluttering—then against my hip. His fingers press into my flesh. Possessive. Demanding.
Then he slides it around, caressing the curve of my ass and setting me on fire. I can’t deny the way every part of me craves him. Body and soul, I am his at this moment. Surrounded by people, we’re alone in the dark. Only we exist. Nobody else. Nothing else.
“More,” I beg between gasps for air. “Romero, please. Make me feel good.”
“Are you really sure this is what you want, Princess?”
Am I sure? I’ve never been more positive in my life. “Yes!”
“Then you look at me,” he growls while digging his fingernails into my ass cheek. It’s then I realize he’s slowly inching the dress over my thighs until his fingertips brush against bare skin. He chuckles when I gasp and strain against his unyielding body. “Look me in the eyes so I know you’re here with me. Right here.”
“Yes.” My voice is a helpless moan. I could be signing over my soul, and I would gladly do it because this is what I need more than air. I need him. His touch.
I’m left confused when he pulls his hand away just as I start to burn with need. I’m seconds away from screaming when he brushes the rough pad of his thumb over my mouth. I part my lips on a sigh, and he takes the opportunity to sink two fingers deep inside. “Suck.”