Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Poor Julianna. She let me have her, gave herself to a monster. I reach down to rub my hard cock. I planned to let her sleep, but now… now she needs to go before I make the mistake of keeping her. That can’t happen.
No one, not even I, understands my dreams, only that I’ve had them since I was a child, and they strangely come true.
Julianna doesn’t need this shit. I wouldn’t wish it—or me—on my worst enemy. I take a deep drag off my cigarette as my mind replays earlier. A virgin. Her tight cunt was made for my thick dick. I fucked her raw, not caring that she had to be sore. I needed her.
Someone pounds on the door. I grimace. Julianna’s eyes blink open and I lose myself in her blue orbs—like looking up at heaven. The loud pounding continues, and Julianna sits up, clutching the sheet to her chest.
“Hey, man?” Ox’s voice barrels in. “So Axel and his mom are here. They’re loading up Gia’s and Julianna’s bags and shit… Axel is asking where Julianna is.”
Eyes wide, she shakes her head at me.
“Give me a minute,” I bellow, leaning over to put out my cigarette. She reaches for me, but I stand. This is over, done.
“You will love.” His voice fills the air, but I push it away, lock it up in that fucked-up vault I call my brain.
“I’m not going,” she whispers. “She can have my keys—”
“You’re going,” I say through gritted teeth.
Tears instantly fill her eyes. Shaking her head, she looks back at me, confused.
“Fuck.” I rub the back of my neck. I’m gonna need a bottle or two of Jack to remove her face from my mind. I can do it. Just because the man said I’ll love only once doesn’t mean I’m her destiny.
Only it does… I know it. Same as I knew she was special from the second I felt her spying on me. I hadn’t seen her yet, but I could feel her. Whatever this connection is, this force that I have with her, I know it’s not one-sided.
“Get dressed, and don’t cry.” It comes out harsh when all I want to do is take her in my arms and taste her tears.
“I never cry,” she snaps. “But I… can’t go.”
“You’re going. I’m bad, Julianna.” My voice grows louder. “I’m the enforcer. You have no idea what I do.”
“I know that you’re good and that you want me, need me,” she yells right back, and for a split second I almost falter.
“Only once.” The man’s voice is loud and clear. That may be true, but I don’t have to drag her through hell with me.
“Trust me, I’m not.” I snort.
Shaking her head no, she reaches to touch my chest, fingers tracing my Disciples tattoo. I flinch. I need to get the fuck out of here. Hop on my bike and ride. Leave her and this fucking burn in my chest.
“Why are you doing this?” she cries out, stomping her foot.
“Because I’m the man everyone warned you about,” I hiss.
She stares at me like I’m a liar.
“Christ.” I laugh. “If you only knew what’s going through my head.” That’s as close as I’ve come to telling anyone the truth, besides my parents, and look what happened to them.
“Whatever it is, I want to know,” she fires right back.
My eyes sweep her body. My nostrils flare at the smell of her arousal. She’s turned on. I’m about to fist her hair and bend her over the chair. Thrust my aching cock deep into her wet, hot cunt and let her magical pussy take all my shit away.
Loud pounding on my door makes Julianna scream, then cover her mouth with her hand.
“Dude. I swear to fucking God, Julianna better not be in your room,” Axel’s angry voice booms in. “You know what? I don’t even care.” He sighs as if he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Gia’s ass is finally in the car. Time for them to go, now.” Silence, then the sound of Axel’s boots as he leaves.
“Jesus Christ, Julianna, get dressed,” I order, my head pounding, my cock throbbing, and what’s left of my heart aching. I grab my cut from the chair and jerk it on as I tug the keys to my bike out of the pocket.
I have zero intention of saying goodbye.
Zero.
“Drive carefully. I’ll text you tonight.” I won’t, but she doesn’t need to know that.
“Ryder?” she calls out right as my hand touches the door. I close my eyes, take a breath, and turn to her.
She stands, dressed. Her hair wild, lips swollen, and her eyes… fierce.
“I’d like my gun, please.” She raises her nose in the air, looking me straight in the eyes. She knows I’m fighting myself, that whatever we have is far from done. I arch a dark brow at her but walk to the dresser, quickly loading the clip of her Glock. Then, I pause. “What’s rule number one?”