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)
Pleasure overwhelms my body as Cross relentlessly fucks me, and just as it becomes too much for me to handle, he lets out a satisfied roar, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my pussy. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t release me until he’s completely emptied himself, each movement making my high only that much stronger.
My pussy convulses around him, and after a moment passes, I finally come back to earth. I drop my face to the ground, pure exhaustion claiming my body as I try to catch my breath.
Cross releases my hips and doesn’t say a word as he pulls out of me, but I watch the way Dalton meets his stare, something passing between them.
Knowing Zade is bound to come back at any moment, I reluctantly get to my feet, scooping my gown off the ground and stepping into it. “Here,” Sawyer says, moving into me and taking my waist. He gently spins me and my back stiffens, waiting for that same asshole to return, but he simply takes the flimsy zipper and helps me back into my dress.
I brush my hair back over my shoulder as I feel Cross starting to leak out of me, making me feel like some kind of sex goddess. “Thank you,” I whisper, meeting his green, blazing stare.
Sawyer simply nods before stepping away, and just as Cross finishes dressing, a sharp knock sounds at the door. “Yo, it’s me,” Zade says from the other side.
Dalton quickly crosses to the door and removes the chair wedged under the handle. He pulls it wide and Zade comes in, his knuckles covered in blood. He takes a step deeper into the room, and I watch as his deadly expression morphs into something a little more sinister.
He inhales deeply, his narrowed gaze locking onto mine before glancing at his friends, and without a fucking word, he knows exactly what went down in this room. “Get your fucking shit,” he says, clearly not happy with this turn of events. “We’re leaving.”
“What happened?” Cross questions, finding my torn thong on the ground and kicking it toward me. “You get the bastard?”
Zade shakes his head. “The sniper took off the second we clocked him, but I caught up with him trying to escape through the basement.” His eyes darken as he pulls the expensive pocket square from his suit jacket and starts cleaning off the blood staining his hands. “The fucker wouldn’t break.”
“Wouldn’t break?” Dalton questions, his brows furrowed as though the mere thought of Zade not being able to break someone is simply unheard of.
Zade shakes his head and Sawyer meets his stare. “They’re gonna keep coming.”
Cross presses his lips into a harsh line. “Where does that leave us?”
Zade lets out a heavy sigh before lifting his cold gaze back to me, that usual calculating stare somehow even more terrifying. “Bring her with us,” he states, his tone chilling and cruel. “Then we’ll figure out exactly what we’re going to do with her.”
And just like that, Sawyer’s tight grip curls around my arm, the soft touch from before now long gone. “Lucky you,” he tells me, shoving me hard toward the door. “Looks like you’re going to get some answers after all.”
Chapter 17
OAKLEY
Waking up in the most luxurious silk sheets is definitely something I could get used to, as opposed to the sandpaper I sleep in back in my apartment. Which reminds me, that’s exactly not where I’m waking up right now, despite my relentless objections.
Last night, Zade demanded they take me back to his place, and at first, I was confused, assuming he meant the apartment across the hall from mine. Only when we arrived at the DeVil Hotel and found ourselves in the penthouse suite, everything became crystal clear.
I was right. Zade doesn’t live in that shitty apartment across from me. His life is here, and after having a quick glance around, it’s clear this is more than just a home to him. This place is his whole life. He has a connection to it. Every inch of the apartment looks as though it fits him perfectly. The sharp lines, the cold marble, hell, even the ridiculous security measures he had to take to get up here.
The only problem is, I don’t want to be here.
They haven’t exactly kidnapped me. I have free rein to walk around, but when it comes to striding right out the door, that’s where they draw the line. I have to admit, it’s a huge step up from their usual tactics of locking me in a cement cell.
When we got in, Cross muttered something about a spare bedroom and thrust a towel into my hands, offering me a shower. Though it felt like more of a demand, and it was one I was more than happy to refuse out of sheer pride. But the moment I walked into the bathroom, I couldn’t resist.