Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Fuck you, Tarian. Don’t expect me to do shit for you when you treat me like a fucking child.” Her voice is shrill, and the anger she’s emanating is making my dick hard.
Without thinking, I grab her wrist and spin her around until her back is flush with my chest. I know she can feel my erection pressing against her ass. I want her to feel it.
Lowering my lips to her ear, I whisper, “If you ever strike me again, I’ll pin you down on a fucking bed, or a table, or even on this ice-cold asphalt we’re standing on, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never forget how it feels to have my dick inside you.”
I feel her body shudder against mine, which doesn’t help my hard on. My dick’s like a fucking steel pole. It’s fighting to escape my jeans, desperate for a taste of her warmth.
“Am I under-fucking-stood?” I whisper in her ear.
Silence ebbs and flows between us. I can feel the tension leave her body the moment she breathes it out.
“Yes, Tarian,” she replies without further argument.
Releasing her, I watch as she sashays to the waiting car before following behind her,
That girl is going to be the fucking end of me.
On reaching the vehicle, we both slip into the rear passenger bench seat, and I shut the door behind us. The chauffeur offers me a nod before starting the engine and driving us away from the airfield. I wish I could’ve brought Jerome with me on this mission. When we were kids, Etienne and Ares would flirt with the girls, while Jerome and I much preferred playing detective.
Grecia is silent beside me, and I’m tempted to touch her thigh so I can feel her shiver again, but I don’t. Keeping my hands busy with a smoke, I focus on the darkness outside the car window rather than on the goddess sitting next to me.
It’s annoying that she’s so fucking sexy. It’s also frustrating I can’t get a taste. With another lungful of smoke, I close my eyes and rest my head on the back of the seat. It’s been a long day, and I’m ready for bed.
Suddenly, my cigarette is pulled from my lips, and when I open my eyes and turn my head, I find Grecia staring at me. With her eyes on mine, she takes a long pull on the smoke, and then her pouty lips curve into a smile.
There are no words exchanged between us, but our silent conversation is filled with sexual innuendo that I really don’t need, because the zipper of my jeans is already at breaking point. I watch her mouth as she blows out small smoke circles. There’s nothing innocent about her actions, and the image that’s now taken hold of my mind is of her on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock. She hands me the smoke, which I take back happily.
Turning away, I stare out of the window again and fill my lungs with more nicotine. I’m hoping it will calm the ache twisting in my gut I’m trying hard to ignore.
I doubt it’s going to work, though.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to fight this desire for much longer. But I know if I give in, I’m going to end up hurting her.
My phone buzzes, and I’m thankful for the distraction. A message pops up on my screen, and I can see it’s from Heinrich, informing me we’re all set. I haven’t met him in person before, so I don’t know what kind of danger he poses to me. But he is part of the society, which means if he does anything to harm me or Grecia, he’ll be killed.
Shoving the phone into my pocket, I settle in my seat and turn my attention back to Grecia.
I don’t know how to apologize, so I say, “I don’t like mind games.”
She stares into my eyes, her gaze burning right through me. It’s as if she can see into my blackened soul, and she wants to touch it, to dig deeper and find the pain I’ve locked up tight. She gives me a small nod in response, and I know she’s waiting for a sorry.
“Your sister is enough of a head case. I don’t need you to be one as well,” I tell her.
Kelli is something else. She’s already fucked Ares and Etienne, and she’s tried to get with me, but I don’t deal in teen drama.
“I’m not my stepsister.” Her voice is adamant.
I have to agree, she’s nothing like Kelli, but they grew up together, and from my own personal experience, I know that families tend to have the same traits running through them. Blood or not.
I’m about to respond when the car comes to a standstill, and I realize we’re at Heinrich’s mansion. I fling my door open, and stepping out of the vehicle, I watch as the driver opens Grecia’s door.