Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
His body presses to mine, bare chest to mine, and I whimper lowly. My nipples drag over his chest and start to harden, and heat pools between my legs. And every single nerve in my body screams for more.
Fuck you, body. Traitor.
Slowly, he pulls away.
“So, what do we think?”
“I think you need to stop kissing me,” I hiss.
He smirks. “Do you?”
His hand teases down my hip, and my belly caves under his touch as I gasp. He pushes lower, and a small, hidden whimper tumbles from my lips.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“See, I think you liked when I kissed you,” he growls, looking right at me, his eyes burning hotly into mine.
I bite my lip, shivering.
“Speak now, princess,” he growls, his hand teasing over my belly and moving lower. “Or forever hold your—”
“Okay!” I gasp, panting. “Okay!” I blush fiercely.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He smirks. “Yes what?”
“Yes I…” my face burns. “You’re a good kisser.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
His lips move right back to mine, and I moan, eagerly this time.
My God, what the hell is wrong with me?
He kisses me deeply, and I let one more unbidden moan drift from my lips before I pull back, panting.
“That does not mean I enjoyed it.”
I swallow thickly and glance down, shivering when I see his fingers grazing lower and lower on my tummy, hovering inches from the small little landing strip above my pussy. My eyes slide to his, seeing them blazing with heat, and I shiver with…
Well, excitement. Horribly inappropriate excitement.
“Don’t you dare…” I whisper.
He pushes lower, and my breath catches.
“Don’t I dare what?”
His fingers are like fucking magic, teasing over my skin, and I twist, gasping. But I don’t tell him to stop. He hovers right above me, his hand inches above my pussy, his eyes burning into mine.
“Didn’t like that kiss, huh?”
“N—no,” I whisper.
“Hmm,” he growls. “Let’s check.”
He lowers his hand to brazenly cup my pussy, and I moan. Like, really, really moan—eagerly, even. His finger curls, and the thick digit strokes through my wetness, making me gasp and whimper loudly. I shiver, gasping and moaning as his finger bumps over my clit, before he pulls his hand away, and I realize I’m closing my eyes and gasping for air.
I blush, opening them to see him smirking at me with blazing hot eyes.
“Well, well,” he growls. I blush realizing his finger is right in front his face and glistening wet with my arousal. I watch, spellbound and red-faced as he slowly brings it to his mouth, opens his perfect lips, and sucks the finger inside.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls.
“Wh—what?” I gasp breathlessly.
“That’s not good.”
I frown. “What’s not good?”
“That you taste like fucking candy,” he growls, moving into me and making me moan as he kisses me hard before pulling back.
“And that’s not good?”
“Uh-uh,” he growls. “Because now I just want more.”
He pushes me back, and suddenly, he’s kissing down my body.
Oh my fucking God, what is happening? I’m so turned on and aching for this. It’s horribly wrong, but I’m also wanting it so fucking badly it hurts. I watch as he groans, kissing down my tummy, his hands skimming my hips.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…
And then, the window shatters.
What the—
He roars, making me shriek as he grabs me, suddenly yanking a knife out of his back pocket. My eyes go wide, and I start to scream, but he quickly uses it to slice the belt and then the zip ties on my wrists. He whirls, the other window shattering as he slices the binds on my feet before with a growl, he grabs me and rolls us onto the floor just as another pane of window glass explodes into shards.
“Fuck!” he roars.
The wall behind us explodes with splinters, and its only then that I really get what this is.
Oh my God, we’re being shot at.
I scream, and he growls as he pushes me to the floor, covering me with his body. Glass and wood explode around us before he grabs the bed, muscles bulging as he flips it onto its side and shoves it against both windows.
“Move!” he roars.
He grabs me up, yanking a robe off a hook on the door, and pulls me stumbling down the hallway into the kitchen. I scream when the windows in front of us shatter, bullets riddling the walls as my captor drags me to the ground. He snarls as he grabs a gun off the table just as a bullet makes a bottle of whiskey explode next to us, making me scream. He checks the chamber, his face grim before he pops up and suddenly fires out the shattered windows of the kitchen.
I scream, holding my hands over my head as he fires away, before he drops down to reload. The front door smashes in, and suddenly, he’s whirling and firing. The man who was halfway through the broken door goes down fast, and so does the second. The kitchen door kicks in, and two guys more suddenly rush in.