Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Western glares at me, his gaze intense. “Fine. You have my word.”
Even as he says those words, I don’t feel the kind of comfort I’d like.
“I’m sure you know by now that Bill is working for people far higher up, including police officers. Do you really think they won’t just make this go away?” I question, my eyes moving back to Colt.
“He isn’t the only one with police on his side. You don’t need to worry about that, what you need to worry about is gettin’ what we’re askin’. You get it, you’re free.”
Those words have something in my heart tugging, creating the kind of pain inside me that I wish would go away. I know what’s going on here, I know how this will end, and yet the idea of never seeing Western again still hurts. The idea of this being the last thing we do together, still hurts. I hate that more than working for Bill, because it’s a feeling I can’t control. I want it to go away. I don’t want to love him. But I do.
I can only pray that time will make that stop.
“Tell me where and when, and I’ll get your proof,” I say, my voice tired.
“We’ll be in touch. Have you heard anything more from Bill?”
“No,” I say. “I gave him the information you sent, and he’s obviously looking into it because he hasn’t contacted me.”
“Good, keep him chasin’ his fuckin’ tail a little longer. Works better for us.”
“Can I leave now?” I ask.
“No,” Western says. “We’re goin’ to talk.”
Wonderful.
I can’t fucking wait.
11
“What is it you want to talk about? Because I’m busy,” I mumble, standing at the shed door, refusing to enter any farther in fear of the danger I might encounter.
That danger being me falling on Western because I’m weak.
The way he’s standing there, those jeans hugging that thick cock, that shirt stretched across his broad chest, his arms bulging, his jaw ....
I need to snap out of it.
He is a bad man.
My obsession with him has to end.
I have to remind myself of all the things he’s capable of.
Why is he walking toward me?
Why are his eyes hooded like he’s about to pounce?
Oh. God.
“I’m on my period,” I blurt.
What a pathetic lie. I haven’t got my period. Actually, come to think of it, I should be getting it any day. I make a mental note to check, because it’s usually always on time. It’s possible I’ve got my days mixed up.
“You’re a bad liar.”
Western’s voice comes out gravelly and dangerous.
“Seriously, Western, I can’t ...”
He stops in front of me, his big body pressing against mine, forcing me back into the wall. I breathe him in, and my heart begins to race. I can’t do this. I can’t. So why the hell am I not pushing him away?
Because he feels so good.
Like a twisted comfort.
His body pressing against mine makes me feel almost safe, and I know that isn’t reality.
He’s dangerous, so why the hell am I craving him so much?
Come on, Bonnie. You’re stronger than this.
“Can’t what?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “You know what you have to say to make me stop.”
I must look so weak.
Just say the one word, Bonnie. Say stop and he’ll back off.
Just say it.
One tiny word.
God, he’s running his finger down my cleavage. I close my eyes, my breathing rapidly rising and falling.
Come on. Bonnie. Come on.
“I’m done bein’ ignored.”
“If you’re going to punish me, don’t,” I say, my voice low as I open my eyes and look up at him. “This time, you’re in the wrong.”
“No punishment, not today. Today, I’m goin’ to remind you who I am.”
I’m not entirely sure if I should be scared or excited.
One thing is for certain, I should be walking out that door.
Maybe just one more time. Just one more moment. Just one more memory.
Who am I kidding?
I’m losing it.
This is unhealthy.
This isn’t how it should be.
“Please don’t,” I say, swallowing as his finger trails up and over my bottom lip. “I can’t tell you to stop, but I need you to.”
“If you need me to, you would ask,” he growls, gripping my chin and tipping my head back.
Him being this close, it’s doing things to me. Things I shouldn’t be wanting yet I am. His mouth is only an inch away from mine, and the desperation I feel right now is almost out of control. I want him to kiss me. I need him to. I just want everything to disappear for one minute, just one damned minute.
“Kiss me,” I say, locking eyes with him. “I need you to kiss me.”
He doesn’t release my chin; instead, he slowly leans forward, bringing his mouth to mine. Never once has Western kissed me after I’ve demanded it, and the sensation it brings to me makes my body come to life. His lips are my heaven, and the way they move over mine, his tongue occasionally dancing with mine, has me weak at the knees. I need him more than I’m willing to admit–or accept.