Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
“Come on, babe,” Levi says, creeping toward me and making me pull back before he finally gets the hint and stops. “When is this going to stop? I told you, we’re not going to hurt you anymore. Never again. I want to make this right, but you’re not even giving me a chance to earn your forgiveness.”
My brow arches and I look directly into his gorgeous dark eyes. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” And just like that, he understands my game plan, they both do. Though after barging into my room with a knife only a few short hours ago, Roman should be well acquainted with my devilish little plan.
Levi takes a hesitant step back, his heart clear on his sleeve as he lets out a heavy breath. “At least … allow me to get the painkillers for you. They’re up high in a cupboard and you won’t be able to reach, not without hurting yourself in the process.”
I hold his stare for a moment longer before finally nodding. “Fine,” I mutter, dropping my gaze and glancing away. Levi doesn’t waste a moment, rushing off toward the massive kitchen and leaving me with his brother.
I turn to follow Levi, not wanting to be left alone with Roman, though I don’t see why I’d favor Levi. They’re both just as guilty.
“Stop,” Roman says, his dominant, alpha personality somehow recovering after his pathetic display in my bedroom. I ignore him as best I can and keep myself moving, not even remotely prepared to give in to his will. He groans and follows me. “Shayne. Stop,” he demands, more forceful, the tone of his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I can’t help but spin around, fixing him with a hard glare. “Where the fuck do you get off ordering me around? I want my fucking pain pills so I can get back to bed and pretend none of this happened.”
He steps closer to me, his eyes just as hard as always. “When the fuck are you going to stop messing around and face us like the fucking badass I know you are?”
“Why would I want to do that?” I shoot back at him. “I want nothing to do with you. I’m not some love-sick puppy who’s going to hang off you three assholes. I’m your prisoner. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that. But what you won’t forget is that I’m not here to make you feel better about hurting me. If you want to earn my forgiveness, then do that, prove to me that I should trust you, but what you’re not going to do is step up to me like this and try to force it down my throat. That’s not how it works.”
“Fuck, Shayne. Do you really think I know how this works? I’ve never had to earn someone’s forgiveness in my life because everyone I’ve ever hurt is fucking dead, and for good reason,” he growls. “To me and my brothers, it’s either black or white, there is no in-between. And you? Fuck. You’re right in the middle of that, somewhere none of us have ever ventured before. So, forgive me for not having the slightest fucking idea how to deal with you. You’re a mystery to me, a fucking supernova explosion.”
I stare up at him, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as he watches me right back. His eyes are wild with unease and his hands ball into tight fists at his side. Neither of us say a damn word, and as the tension grows between us, my heart only races faster.
I swallow hard, preparing myself to tell him just how much I despise him when he steps into me, his strong hand curling behind my neck as he pulls me in, my body pressed right up against his. A gasp leaves my lips, and before I get a chance to push him away, Roman’s soft lips are coming down on mine.
He kisses me deeply, full of power and regret, and damn it, so much fucking passion. My hand presses into his wide chest, trying to push him away, but as his lips move over mine and his tongue pushes into my mouth, I sink into him, my eyes closing with overwhelming need.
A soft moan pulls from deep within my chest as I become putty in his hands, soaking up every last ounce of him as I kiss him back. His hand remains at the back of my neck, holding me there as his fingers trail into my hair. His other hand grips my waist and slowly curves around my hips, exploring my body like he’s never had the chance to do before, and in this moment, I’m all his. That is, until I remember what the fuck these hands have done to me.
Panic surges through me. What the fuck am I doing?
I tear my lips away as I use every last ounce of strength within me to push him back. My hand cracks across his face with a loud SLAP as we both stare at one another, completely dumbfounded. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shriek, my chest heaving with erratic gasps as my palm stings from the hit.