Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She thought he’d touch her, do something to ease her erotic suffering, but instead he moved away from her. A chill stole over her at the fact he was leaving. Placing her hands on the wall behind her, she tried to be calm.
“I want to see you. I want to see every part of you.”
Maybe the smart, sane thing to do would have been to scream, fight … run. But she didn’t want to do any of those. Moving away from the wall, she found herself gripping on to the T-shirt and lifting it up and off of her body.
The air was chilled, and her skin puckered with goosebumps, but also because of the way Fury watched her.
He looked at her as if he did own her, as if he wanted to possess every inch of her.
Angelina felt intoxicated, drunk from her need, and she knew she didn’t want this to stop. His gaze was penetrating, like he reached out and stroked her skin, touched every part of her.
She started to shake from her emotions, from the excitement and anticipation moving through her veins. This little voice inside of her head told her she should feel sick, wrong that she wanted this with him, but this was the most freeing experience she’d ever had.
“I want to see skin, Angelina. Take it all off.” He looked right in her eyes. “Every single piece of clothing.”
Her hands shook as she did as he ordered, not feeling embarrassed or ashamed right now. She just felt … need.
When she was naked before him, nothing hiding her from this man, she watched as he looked his fill of her body.
“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice dropped an octave, and a chill raced up her spine.
She knew what she was doing would forever change her. Whether that was for better or worse was still unknown at this moment.
He ran a hand over his mouth as he looked at her body, lingering his gaze on her pussy and tits. She heard him breathing hard, as if he was having a hard time getting air into his lungs as well.
A shiver raced along her entire body, but not because she was cold, but because she was so damn aroused.
Angelina started to sweat, beads forming on her forehead, between her breasts, and down the length of her spine.
“I want you.” His voice was a husky growl, one that sounded more animal than man. He reached down and gripped himself through his jeans lewdly, the sight so damn attractive. “You see how hard I am for you, how much I want you?”
She felt herself nodding, but it was more of an automatic response.
Fury frightened her on a deep level, but her arousal, her curiosity for him, the fact he was the only person that made her feel alive, overrode everything else.
It was a twisted situation, but her body reacted to Fury in a way it had never done to another man. She felt like she was hovering above a bottomless hole and at any moment she could fall in and never see ground.
But it was that uncertainty and fear that made this so damn exciting.
Fury walked up to her until only a foot was between them. He reached out and cupped her chin in a firm, strong hold. For long seconds he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move from his position.
The air around them was hot, humid, and charged with lust. All it took for her to feel like she was owned, claimed, was a small touch from Fury.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered.
“I know,” she responded.
“Why? Do I scare you?”
She nodded and licked her lips. “But that’s what makes this exciting.” He smirked, but it was far from amusing.
“You want to be mine, Angelina?”
God, did she?
Yes, yes, I do want to be yours.
She found herself nodding. “I want that really damn badly.”
While holding on to her chin, he took his other hand and touched her shoulder. Fury moved it down her arm, his fingers rough, calloused. It felt incredible.
He slid his hands down her outer thigh, and her pussy tingled, her clit throbbing in time with her pulse. Fury’s motions were slow, precise, and it was like he got off on seeing her want him more, right on the verge of coming for him. And she was, right on the edge of getting off.
He moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, scraping his nails slightly into her flesh. She gasped, the pleasure and discomfort feeling incredible.
“You like this, what I’m doing to you?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
“You like that you’re mine to do with as I please, that I took you, made you mine?”
Angelina nodded again, wanting to tell him yes.
He was meticulous and controlled as he touched every part of her, ran his fingers over her belly, her ribs, and finally stopped on her chest, touching her breast and nipple.