Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I release my hand, leaving him to explore, and he doesn’t hesitate, brushing his fingers across my chest to my other shoulder and pushing the flimsy strap down my arm. The dress falls to the ground and I step out of it, making a point to remain in my heels.
His heavy gaze sails down my body, examining every inch of skin as I stand before him in nothing but a black thong. Cross trails his fingers down my waist and over my hip, and just before he slides them lower between my legs, he stands, crowding over me.
My gaze lifts to his, and it’s only then I realize just how heavy I’m breathing. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he mutters, that thick, rich tone making my pussy weep.
The tension rises between us, and knowing damn well what I want, I reach toward him, tugging his dress shirt out of his pants before gripping his belt buckle and tugging him into me. “I think you and I both know I’m fully aware of what I’m asking for. Just as we both know exactly how hard you’re going to give it to me.”
His gaze hardens, watching me as his hand grips my waist, his snake peeping out of the neckline of his shirt. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I tell him, adopting that same authoritative tone Dalton used with me on the roof, telling him exactly what I want and how he’s going to do it. “You and Sawyer are going to man the fuck up and rail me until I scream, and we’re going to do it right here until Dalton can’t possibly take it anymore. He’s going to watch, and he’ll have no choice but to fuck himself right there in that chair. Are we clear?”
“I don’t take orders from the likes of you,” he says, looking at me as though I’m beneath him, and right now, I’m more than okay with that. The less attachment there is, the harder he’ll be willing to fuck. “I’ll fuck you how I want, where I want, and you’re going to take it like a good little whore.”
I raise my chin, letting him see the defiance in my eyes. “Welcome to the party.”
Holding my stare, he reaches down between us and grips the lacy fabric of my thong before tearing it clean off my body. He doesn’t dare look away, letting his intentions be known. If we’re doing this, we’re making it count.
Taking my waist, he lifts me off the ground and puts me on the table in the center of the room. He’s not gentle, and I like that about him. Still holding my gaze, he tugs at his suit, pulling the pieces off one by one before standing before me in nothing but his pants, his belt buckle undone.
Tattoos cover his torso, and my gaze drops to his body, taking in the sharp ridges of his abs and the intricate designs covering his skin. His tattoos aren’t like the ones I’ve seen before. There’s something . . . cruel about them, something purposefully cold. The lines are bold, harsh, chilling, and I can’t help but wonder if this design has anything to do with the people out in that ballroom.
My gaze continues down his body and I see his cock straining through his pants, making me crave him so much more. I was right. He’s fucking huge.
Cross takes my thighs and spreads them wide before stepping into me. His gaze drops down my body again, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip. I bet he can smell my arousal, smell my desperation. His eyes flash back to mine and, in an instant, my back hits the top of the cool table.
I suck in a breath, but before I get a word out, Cross reaches up to the snake around his neck. It immediately twists around his hand, and before I know what the fuck is going on, he lowers the snake to my waist.
My heart starts to race, and I glance up at him, nervousness consuming me. I don’t do snakes or any other kind of animal that could turn me into a fucking corpse. I’m more than ready to say something when Cross’s thick tone sounds through the room. “Bitching out already?” he questions. “I knew you couldn’t take the fucking heat.”
Oh, hell no.
The snake starts slithering up my body and I do what I can not to panic while also trying to remain impassive. After all, there’s no way in hell this motherfucker is about to know just how fucked up that one little move has got me. “For someone who talks a big fucking game, it’s taking you a while to get on your knees,” I tell him. “What’s the matter? Not sure what you’re doing?”
His eyes flame, and a low growl tears from the back of his throat. He takes my thighs and drags me to the very edge of the table, and I suck in a gasp, the anticipation destroying me. His hand comes down over my pussy as his fiery gaze remains locked on mine.