Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Say it.” Kenzie ripped my pants down to my ankles. “Say it.”
Tangling in her hair, I tipped her head back, breath stopping at that impish grin. “What am I agreeing to now?”
“Say that we’re casual and you will worship my body on demand, until you’re finally ready to accept we belong together.”
I chuckled. “Fuck no.”
Grinning wider, she slid up my body, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “That’s alright for now. I’ll have you saying all sorts of things before this is over.”
Something deep and primal burned in my chest, lighting the fire eroding all sense of rationality. I had good reasons to avoid relationships, and Mackenzie freaking Blaine. One night talking with her and I wanted to throw everything I promised out the window. I couldn’t fathom what would happen if we started sleeping together, except for exactly what she threatened: I’d give in.
So stop, fool.
My fingers skated down her chest, finding their prize and tweaking soft, addictive sounds through those parted lips. Her peaked pebbles were tasty, soft prizes on soft mounds. They fit perfectly in the palm of my hands.
Back away. Stop kissing her.
Our tongues tangled, bursting flavors of my mint toothpaste and the chocolate cake she clearly had for dessert. Mint chocolate—a combination as perfect and illicit as us, and a fucking taunt from Mercury, the god of merchants.
End it now. Alarm bells rang from our first meeting. If anyone can make me weak, it’s Mackenzie.
My boxers pooled on the floor. Kenzie reached for me and I tipped her, making her squeal. The woman had been tossing me around like the doe-eyed, naïve one. If I was about to make the biggest fucking mistake of my life, I was enjoying every minute of it.
Spreading her flat on the couch, I ran my palms down her arched body—groaning deep in my soul. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
“Yes.”
“And very frisky when the clothes are off.”
She winked. “Also yes.”
“Are you sure about this?” I had to ask, so later, when I was kicking myself, I could remember I did. “You went through something traumatic. The kind of things that change a person.” I flicked one pebble with my tongue, then the other. “But when you come out on the other side, you may not like who you’ve become, or the fact you can’t go back.”
“Are we talking about you training me or you fucking me? I promise I’ll still like myself in the morning.”
Chuckling, I replied, “Training. Neither of us can stop the second part now.”
I slowly lifted and parted her legs, hissing at the damp beads collected at her entrance. She was already wet for me, and the stupid, infatuated idiot I carried in my pants had a gift in return. Kenzie swiped the precum off my tip. Holding my gaze, she swallowed her finger. I nearly came on the spot.
“I’m sure,” she said. “There’s nothing noble about dying or getting injured because you were too weak to win.”
“You shouldn’t quote me.” I licked a stripe past her seam and was gifted another breathy moan to add to my collection. “I say a lot of stupid shit.”
“Not that,” she said. “You were right, Bane. There’s nothing noble about not being able to protect myself or my daughter. I saw my fate today on a playground. I have to be stronger... not just for me.”
I kissed the soft skin between her leg and pussy. “I’m going to work you hard, Blaine.”
“Ooh, I hope so,” she breathed.
“Still talking about the first thing.” I smirked at her. “Kind of.” The other side received a nip. “I’ll ask you to do things you swore on your old morals you’d never do. I’ll break you. Take apart the old Mackenzie Blaine and remove everything that made her who she is. The new you will be harder, fiercer, and unrecognizable,” I said.
“At times you’ll beg for me to stop. You’ll say you can’t handle anymore, and ask for mercy I never learned to give.”
“Goodness. Are we still talking about training?”
“No.”
Snapping her to me, I feasted to my heart’s content. Licking, nipping, tasting her sweetness—Kenzie opened herself to me completely. It’d been weeks since I’d been with anyone, and years since my first time. You shouldn’t forget what sex is like that quickly, and still I was discovering everything brand new.
Her thighs—both firm and soft beneath my hands. The stubbly prickles of her shaved middle against my nose. The sweet scent of arousal. The sweet pain of her nails digging in my scalp.
I stopped.
“Bane!”
“That was my favorite jacket,” I said mildly. “There should be some punishment for that.”
“No, there shouldn’t.”
Flipping her over, I covered her body with mine—marveling at her warmth. The soft shell of her ear teased between my teeth. “Yes,” I whispered. “There should.”
I kissed behind her ear, then the nape of her neck. “Say sorry.”