Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Wow.
I’ve never experienced such an intense moment. Certainly not with a man.
Attending a private boarding school for girls ensured I’ve remained a virgin. This moment is everything I hoped my first kiss would be. It’s a dream come true.
Everything shudders again, his mouth leaves mine, and a second later, I’m slammed into the wall, pain streaking through my head.
I’m so startled, and I don’t have time to gather myself before I’m yanked behind him.
It takes another couple of seconds before I hear the panicked screams and feel the air tensing with fear.
What’s happening?
My lips part to ask a question, what I’m not sure of, then a deafening blast shudders through the air, robbing me of my ability to speak.
There’s a hissing sound in my ears as he turns to me, wraps his arms around me, and forces me deeper down the hallway. My feet don’t even touch the floor, and I can’t see anything as his body blocks my line of sight.
I turn my head and see the wall quake as jagged cracks rip through the plaster.
A scream builds in my chest, but it never makes its escape past my lips.
His arms tighten around me, then we’re falling. The drop feels endless, and with debris and chaos crashing around us, I hear him curse, “Blyadʹ.”
I’m enveloped in darkness, and dust scratches the back of my throat right before I slam into something hard and unforgiving.
Pain streaks through my side, then it feels as if my body is torn apart. I’m so shocked I can’t even scream.
Fear engulfs me, popping the protective bubble I’ve known all my life. It’s so intense my mind scrambles to block the horror from sinking its claws into my sanity.
I try to blink, the dust irritating my eyes. I can’t focus on anything as I’m yanked to the side just as there’s a loud crashing sound where I was lying moments ago.
I’m dragged beneath his body, and my head is pressed against his chest.
With hell raining down around us, my mind is dazed, but one thought shines like a bright light – this man is something straight out of my most romantic fantasies – he’s not only deadly attractive but also protective.
Mio principe.
That’s what it feels like. He’s a prince that’s come to rescue me, to sweep me off my feet with a life-saving kiss.
It’s a stupid thing to think when you’re being crushed by tons of concrete. Right now my life should be flashing before my eyes. I should be drowning in fear and saying my last prayer.
Instead, I cling to him as if he has the power to stop a building from burying us alive.
The collapsed structure rumbles and groans as it settles around us, and I only realize I’m shivering from the intense shock when his chest feels steady against my palms. His heartbeat is fast but nothing like my thundering one. He’s calm in comparison to me.
I suck in a sharp breath, and seconds tick by before he slowly pushes his body up, giving me some space to breathe.
I don’t want to breathe. I want his body pressing against mine so nothing can hurt me. I want his warmth to chase the chill that’s creeping deep into my bones.
Slowly, the daze lifts from my mind, only for the shock to pour into me.
I hear nothing but the groaning and grinding of concrete, a popping sound jarring me every couple of seconds.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice sounding dangerous and enraged.
“I…” I try to take a deep breath, but it ends with a coughing fit that sends my chest up in an inferno of flames.
Tears jump to my eyes, and when they spill over my cheeks, they feel warm on my icy skin.
Suddenly the darkness is broken by a red light that starts to flicker. It’s bright enough for me to get glimpses of him.
Mio principe.
Somehow with a thick layer of dust covering him, he looks even more devastatingly handsome, and the blue of his eyes is brighter than any light I’ve ever seen. It’s almost blinding.
He must be able to see me as well because he shifts, then his hand cups my cheek, and his thumb swipes a tear away.
“Where does it hurt?” he demands, his expression murderous.
“Everywhere,” I groan, unable to speak above a whisper because I’m too scared it will make something fall on us.
His hand leaves my face, and he starts to push himself completely off me.
My fingers grip his jacket that’s no longer blue but coated with gray and brown dust.
“Don’t!” Panic laces the word, stretching it until it’s threadbare and vulnerable. “Don’t get up.”
“Shh.” The sound is comforting but not nearly enough to calm me down. “I’m not going anywhere.” I watch as he glances around us. “Not until they dig us out.”
I start blinking faster and faster, and it becomes super hard to breathe. Shakily I turn my head, and as the red light flickers ominously, I take in the wall of broken concrete around us.