Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Yeah… can’t really come out and say that.
But maybe I can provoke the situation. Make it where words aren’t necessary.
Best way to do that is to pick a fight.
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I think we need to talk about that dress you’re wearing. What in the hell were you thinking coming out to a team party—my team’s party—with so much of your body on display for all to see?”
My intent is to anger, not shame, because her body is so fucking beautiful. I mean, why wouldn’t she be proud to show it off? It seems I hit the mark because her eyes flash with unholy fury as she comes charging at me.
I hold my ground, but she stops inches from me and hisses, “You are not my brother, Dax. You are not my husband, despite what a fucking piece of paper says. You have no right to tell me what to wear. In fact, if I want to dress like this every night… I will. If I want to spread my legs for a different man every night… I will. You have no say in anything I do so keep your fucking opinions to yourself.”
I pretty much lost my shit the minute she’d suggested she could spread her legs for any man she wanted to. It was at that moment I envisioned myself committing murder to any faceless, nameless man who would ever even think about touching Regan.
I take a step into her, and she immediately retreats. I match her movement, moving in closer, but she only continues backpedaling. We do this for several strides until I have her against the wall beside my entertainment unit.
I dip my head, locking my eyes onto hers. My voice is calm, rational, but there is no mistaking the strength of the declaration I’m about to make. “Let me make this clear, Regan. No man gets to see what is rightfully mine. And no man is fucking you while I’m fucking you. Understood?”
When she rolls her eyes, I vow her ass is going to pay for that. “You’re not fucking me,” she sneers. “So I will—”
I effectively cut her words off by crushing her mouth under mine. My hands go to the wall, pinning her in, and I fucking ravage that smart-ass mouth of hers. The kiss claims ownership, but it’s short because words are more important right this moment.
I lift my head. “I’m getting ready to rectify that ‘not fucking you’ thing right now. You have one chance to tell me ‘no,’ and—”
“Yes,” she blurts out, her small hands fisting into my dress shirt.
Yes.
Christ… she said yes.
Exhaling a sharp breath, I let my forehead drop to touch hers. With my eyes squeezed tight, I tell her a dirty secret. “I’m not sure I can be gentle with you right now, Regan. That dress has me all kinds of twisted, and I’m beyond pissed other men saw you in it. Got this strange need to fucking mark you.”
“Damn, that’s hot,” she breathes, and that’s all I need to center me again.
I snicker, lifting my head to smile at her. “I’m so going to spank your ass.”
When she grins, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. More beautiful than her breasts threatening to pop out of that dress and her ass that’s begging me to do all sorts of things to it.
Just… that smile.
It also helps center me, puts me a back in control of the raging fire burning inside.
“Shall we go to your room?” she suggests.
My teeth flash in a feral smile, and I shake my head. “Can’t really wait that long.”
Regan’s eyes turn curious before they pop wide with surprise as I turn her roughly around to face the wall. With my body, I press her into it.
My cock, thick and fully hard, digs into her lower back, causing her to moan. Regan’s face is turned, cheek pressed to the wall, and her breath comes out in little pants.
“Don’t move,” I murmur against her ear before putting space between us.
She looks fucking fantastic. Legs slightly spread, palms flat against the wall, and ass tipped up slightly as if she’s expecting me back there. The dress indeed shows the bottom globes of her butt. Fingertips itching to go there, I slowly raise the hem to reveal even more creamy skin.
Higher to reveal a white string thong nestled into the crack of her ass.
Damn. My dick is actually throbbing in pain now.
I press into her, slide my hand around to her front, and dive my fingers into her panties. She’s already soaking wet, and I slide two fingers in deep.
Regan groans, presses her ass into me, and gyrates her hips. The friction against me feels amazing. My balls are already tingling.
I nuzzle my face into the side of her throat, sinking my teeth into her earlobe. “Keep doing that, little girl, and I’m going to unload in my pants.”