Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He releases my hip and brings his hand up to cover my mouth. It’s what I need as my orgasm rips through my body and I scream my pleasure into his palm. He knew I was close before I did, and he knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from shouting.
“You can’t keep that sassy mouth shut, can you?” he says, giving me an evil grin in the mirror. He looks wild as he thrusts into me one last time and grunts out his release. The sight of him climaxing so hard sends more tremors through me. He’s like an animal that’s come to rut, and the primal part of my body is loving his rough treatment.
I’m like a goddamn cat in heat getting mated by her king. And I can’t say that doesn’t turn me on.
My legs are shaky as he pulls out slowly and then bends down to pull up my panties and palazzo pants. I brace all my weight on the counter as he rights my clothes and then his. Afterward, he turns me around and I fall to his chest, completely spent. I want to lie down and take a nap, but instead he makes me stand here.
“God, I love you,” he says, taking my lips in a tender, sweet kiss that is the complete opposite of what we just did.
I love that we can have both. The tender, sweet lovemaking where I’m on the verge of tears, and the hard, fast fucking where we are desperate for one another.
Once he’s kissed me so thoroughly that I want him again, he holds my waist and helps me back to my desk. He sits me down in my chair and pushes it in, then walks over to his desk and sits down. He acts like nothing happened in the bathroom, despite the fact that he had to carry me out here like I’d lost the ability to use my legs.
I look over at him and see he’s got his elbows on his desk and he’s looking at me with hooded eyes. It’s then I realize he’s got two fingers held up to his nose and he’s smelling me. Without thinking, I lean back in my chair and pull out a lollipop. I’ve always liked a challenge.
*
“I WANT TO plan this out,” I say, taking a bite of my sesame chicken and pointing a fork at Captain.
“What is there to plan? I told you I’d take care of it.”
He rubs my feet, and I want to moan with how good it feels, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. We’ve been going back and forth about this since we got home, and neither of us is giving up much ground. We’ve skated around the subject of my dad for long enough. He knows that I want him to pay for what he did, and I want to be as much a part of that as possible. Captain thinks that I shouldn’t be involved.
“I’ve got information about where he is. I found everything you need the night you caught me in the office. I’ve waited long enough, and I don’t want to wait anymore.” I point to the laptop on the table beside me, as if he can’t see it’s right there.
He looks at me intensely, but understanding passes through his beautiful green eyes. “I will do this for you, because I don’t want any of his darkness to touch you. If you step down this path, there’s no going back, Paige. I’m going to protect you from what this will do to you. When it happens, you won’t know about it. And I’m not going to sit here and plan out every detail of something that could take away the light in your eyes.”
He leans forward and puts his hands on my knees, getting so close that he’s almost in my lap. I want to hold him to me and tell him that he’s right, but a part of me wants to fight for what I think I should be doing.
“You remember every detail of everything that’s ever happened to you, kitten. Don’t let this be something else that you won’t forget. I will give you the revenge you want and the closure you need, but I refuse to let you get your hands dirty. I love you too much to let you do that to yourself.”
He sits up and kisses me on my forehead, then takes our empty plates to the kitchen. I sit there, listening to the water running as he washes dishes and cleans up. I think about what he said and how I know he’s right. But I also think that if I don’t do this, then it will feel like I’m standing idly by all over again. If I don’t make some kind of effort to plan this out, then what have I truly done to avenge my mother besides find a man to do it for me? Does that mean I’m like her?