Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Rye was the first to break the silence. “Next time you do something like that, I won’t be so gentle.”
I nodded in understanding.
“Good night, Goldie.”
The huskiness of his voice made my heart pitter-patter and my knees go weak. God I wanted him.
“Good night, Rye.” I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.
In somewhat of a stupor, I moved across the floor, pausing when I reached the bed. Looking down at a cut on my arm that Rye and I had missed, I could see I needed another Band-Aid or risk getting blood on the sheets. I had no choice but to go to Rye, who I knew was still awake, to see where the first aid kit was stored. Standing and retracing my steps, I slipped out of my room and went to knock on his door.
He opened the door with a devilish grin on his face.
“I need—” I began.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. There was no hesitation. There was no silent ask for permission. He was a man who took what he wanted, and clearly right now he wanted to kiss me.
The wet heat from the kiss, the way his tongue demanded entrance between my lips, dissolved away all thought and reason from my body. The distant urge to resist kept slipping further and further down a cave of forget.
I should remember who this man is. I shouldn’t ignore the fact that he was one of three to force me to this cabin against my will. And I should not allow this kiss to just happen. To allow it to ignite a fire within my core. But as I panted for air between his assault on my mouth, I could only focus on Rye. On him. On one. The other two men faded in the distance as Rye took over every sensation in my body.
Rye’s hands were so huge as they moved from the back of my neck to the front. Tightening his grip, he restricted my air just enough for a sizzle of danger to run through my veins. I gasped for breath as this beast of a man reminded me just how primal he could be. There was no romanticism to this kiss. He was indeed my captor and his hold on my throat was a reminder of that fact.
And yet… I had no desire to break free from the chains either.
The sound of pent-up passion I’d been trying to hold back, exploded from what little air Rye allowed with his grip. His hands tightened more as his dark eyes locked with mine. The struggle for air only heightened every feeling of want and hunger inside of me.
He controlled everything… even my breath.
“Yes,” I managed, the words weak and breathless, and not at all what I should say.
“I don’t need your yes.” His husky words sounded harsh and yet… my body still responded as if he had whispered sweet nothings and romantic compliments.
I didn’t know what else to say, how else to resist a man so able to shatter my every resistance. Everything about this was wrong. So very wrong. I had just been with Jay. His brother had just handled my body with the same level of dominance Rye was doing now.
So fucking wrong!
He held me still, lowering his head, kissing the side of my neck with parted lips. “I could kill you right now so easily,” he said softly and controlled.
“I’m already dead,” I squeaked, tempting the fates to see what he’d do next.
“Very true.” He paused just long enough to squeeze harder. “You are at my mercy. I could take you, make you mine. Anything I choose. You aren’t in control. I am.” He kissed me on the lips again. “We are in control.”
Memories of how he’d stopped that night in his truck… how my body, my mind, had both protested, flooded through me. I didn’t think I could survive if he pulled away again. Not when my entire body was on fire with a need that had to be quenched. “I understand.” Was the only thing I could barely whisper. Speech was conquered by sexual need.
In one quick movement, Rye scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bed. My body melted against his, my thoughts drowning in a mixture of what was right and what was wrong.
Fucking Rye was wrong.
Fucking Jay was wrong.
Fucking Banks was wrong.
And yet… I craved wrong. I desired wrong. I needed wrong.
Resist, deny, fight echoed in the rational part of my brain as Rye removed all my clothing effortlessly. I shivered, not with cold, but with forbidden and taboo passion. His fingers and kisses on my body touched exact places his brother had such a short time ago.
A repeat of darkness.
A repeat of lust and seduction.