Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
But...
I was slipping, sliding, falling.
I went from sane to insane, grateful to gluttony.
I backed away from him, stumbling through the airy foyer and into the lounge of a guest’s villa. Similar to a goddess’s accommodations, the ceiling was vaulted with thatched roof and exposed rafters. A large TV sat on a sidebar, acting as a partition to the office area overlooking the private beach. A white couch with teal cushions and a dining table with a bowl of fruit by the window all welcomed.
The bedroom waited to the right, a set of double doors announcing a grand entrance for the extra-large bed, pristine mosquito net, and large seagrass woven mat.
I wanted to see only furniture.
I forced myself to focus on material things.
But in my current predicament, I only saw places to fuck.
I could be ass up over the coffee table, bent over the couch, plastered against the window, or on all fours in the foyer.
I shuddered as every cell demanded I do something about the crawling, consuming hunger growing rapidly once again. I was in a famine. An utmost famine for orgasms and touch.
Looking up at Sully, I shook my head in shame. “I can’t...I can’t stop it.”
“I know.” He came toward me, gathering me in a tight embrace.
It was the worst thing he could do. The best thing he could do.
I tensed and tingled in his embrace.
Our connection vivid and vibrant. Our lust vicious and violent.
Seemed there was no pleasure without pain, no softness without aggression.
I wanted both.
I wanted it all.
I wanted him forever, but only if he filled me, fucked me, promised to be mine for eternity.
“Sully...” I groaned as my fingers disobeyed me and crept between us. I hunted for his cock; I struggled to open my legs for his taking.
His arms tightened, imprisoning them unforgivingly by my sides. “Just breathe, Eleanor. Breathe. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”
The warning in his voice tried to slap sense into me, but I was too swept away by lunacy. I moaned again, jolting as the sound of the front door being kicked in smashed around us.
“Shit.” Sully spun around, shoving me viciously behind his back.
I battled with self-preservation and the damning world of need.
I blinked as three men entered the villa, their lips tilting into smug smirks. Two dark-haired and one copper, they wore matching black cargos and t-shirts.
All three held their guns pointed directly at Sully and me.
The vulnerability of us was acute when faced with fully clad mercenaries.
I wore nothing, and Sully had retained his black boxer-briefs, sandy and drenched from the sea. His only other wardrobe was a blood-stained bandage that made him appear easy prey.
“Get the fuck out,” Sully snarled.
The men laughed, eyeing us up and down. “Well, well...tried to run from Drake, did ya? Steal his fuck toy too by the looks of it.” The copper-haired man stepped to the side, peering at me hidden behind Sully’s back.
I bared my teeth.
I attempted to be normal.
With every fractured heartbeat, I tried to wake myself up. To accept the seriousness of this situation. To be smart! But each time I caged my sinister libido, it sank venomous fangs into my veins and amplified.
I need—
You don’t!
I swayed behind Sully, losing myself, defeated and doomed.
“Is she naked?” A guard grunted, smiling sickly. “Willing to share, Sinclair?”
Sully vibrated with loathing. “My brother is in Euphoria. I suggest you go find him.”
“Oh, we know where he is. We watched him fucking that wet little minx for a while.” They chuckled as one. “We also shoved aside four corpses...and decided to come find the culprit.”
“Leave,” Sully hissed. “Drake got what he wanted. He can have everything for all I care.”
“See...that’s where I think you’re wrong,” the one with a scar on his cheek muttered. He pointed the gun over Sully’s shoulder, aiming for me, making my inner muscles clench with sick sensual need. “I think he wanted her.” He grinned. “And it looks like she wants something herself.”
My knees buckled as my core clenched.
Sully held me up, his fingers biting into me.
His touch felt strict, severe...sexy.
My mind was petrified. But my body? It was impatient, thirsty, irritable.
I moaned as an indecent wave of lust lashed around my belly.
Sully struggled to hold my weight as I crumpled against his back.
I battled with the need to orgasm and the self-preservation not to show how unhinged I was.
This was dangerous.
This wasn’t a fantasy or illusion.
These men were real.
They were real, and their guns were real, and their threat toward Sully and me was horrifyingly real.
It’s real!
My lenses, fingerprint sensors, and oil had all washed off in the sea. I hadn’t been programmed into Euphoria. I didn’t have the immunity of falsehoods.
This is real, Ellie!
Get it together.
Before it’s too late!
I bit my lip as my clit throbbed, angry that I continued to ignore its demand for more.