Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Bradley released a slow exhale as he glanced away from me.
“We need an heir, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Out of the blue. Like a damn business plan,” he muttered as he shook his head.
“What did you even expect?” I asked, feeling genuinely curious. It wasn’t like I knew the ins and outs of how this stuff worked.
Bradley shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know. It was just supposed to be different,” he said. “But I respect Kai. I respect his decision.”
“But you don’t like me. You can’t stand seeing me around here,” I told him as I stepped closer to him, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. My eyes trailed the tattoos of flames and a dragon that etched up his arms. The tension in his jaw under his clean-shaven face. He was annoyingly handsome and such a pain in my ass.
Bradley narrowed his eyes as he stood his ground.
“You don’t know anything,” he said.
I stopped right in front of him, lifting up on my toes to get closer to his face.
“Then, tell me!” I told him.
“Fine! Despite you being a risk, I can’t get you off my damn mind. As much as I want to ignore you, I can’t!” Bradley snapped. “You’re a thought I can’t get rid of!”
His words rang throughout my head as we stared at each other in tense silence.
He didn’t hate me. He wanted me and hated himself for that. I could share that sentiment because I didn’t want to be drawn to the man who refused to talk to me for months.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said in a firm voice. “What are you going to do about that?”
Bradley looked like he was about to snap again.
“Fuck it,” he gritted out before slamming his lips against mine.
I threw my arms around his neck as my back hit the door, our lips brushing and melding together feverishly. All of the tension and hidden desires finally collided, fire surging through me.
Bradley let his hands roam all over me, caressing my sides, my stomach, and my breasts. He grabbed the straps of my tank top and tore them off my shoulders and down my arms to expose my breasts. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, caressing my other breast with his hand.
I gripped the back of his shaved head, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling as hot tingles fluttered over my skin. I wanted him so badly that it ached.
“No teasing. Please,” I begged him, wanting to feel him. Feel it all.
Bradley tore my shorts and panties off before pulling his black t-shirt off, exposing his built chest and abs that I wanted to drag my tongue all over. He slipped his hand between my thighs, brushing two fingertips through my folds as he pressed me back against the door.
“Not good enough,” he murmured near my ear as his fingertips swirled around my clit. “But you’re certainly wet enough.”
I whimpered as I grabbed his upper arms, digging my nails into his tattooed skin.
“I can’t even beg well enough for you now? You’re so damn stubborn,” I bit out.
Bradley quieted my complaining by pushing his two fingers inside of me, curling deep to nudge that spot that nearly made my knees buckle.
“Beg. Don’t complain,” he told me.
Part of me wanted to argue, but I desired him too badly right now. I couldn’t wait. I leaned forward and kissed up his neck toward his ear as I caressed the back of his head with my hand.
“Please. I want you to fuck me so badly,” I murmured, knowing how desperate I sounded.
It seemed to be what he wanted to hear because he continued working his fingers in and out of me.
“That badly, huh?” Bradley replied as our eyes locked. He was dragging me along at this point, tormenting me in a twisted way that turned me on even more. I was at his mercy. Just how he wanted it to be.
“Right now,” I told him. “Make me scream your name.”
That was the right move. Bradley drew his hand away from me before grabbing the back of my thighs and lifting me up to press my back harder against the door. He reached below me and freed his hard cock, lining himself up with my entrance before pushing inside.
I clawed at his shoulders, holding onto him tightly as he bottomed out. A weak whimper broke from me as I adjusted to him, reveling in the pressure and stretch. With a nod, I coaxed him to start moving, thrusting up into me at a gradually quickening pace.
Bradley pinned me against the door and rocked into me over and over, not letting me slip. He kept me right where he wanted me, fucking me hard and deep.
“Don’t you hold back those moans,” he warned me.