Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Oh, okay, well, I do actually have enough.” There wouldn’t be any leftovers, but she’d already spotted tomatoes, bacon, and lettuce. Lunch tomorrow was already solved.
Damon didn’t linger in the kitchen. The moment he walked away, she felt like she could breathe again. His gaze driving her crazy and making her already frayed nerves go haywire.
He’d been inside her.
This man had been the first person she’d ever fucked.
No matter how hard she tried not to think about that, she couldn’t help but linger each time she looked at him.
He was such a sexy, scary man.
She’d heard many women talk about him over the years, and each one always had something good and bad to say about him.
Now she was the one gracing his bed.
Putting a pan on to preheat, she added some oil and began working the chicken. Ignoring the men who were currently sharing a drink, she finished up dinner and reluctantly served up all three portions.
Carrying them to the table, she put them near the head of one table and took a seat. She was picking up her fork when Damon entered.
“You’re in the wrong spot,” he said.
Glancing up at both men, she frowned. “Does it really matter where I sit?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t see a point in arguing and got to her feet, moving toward the other seat. She should have totally grabbed a piece of chicken.
Both men sat down and were talking about some fight or other. She tuned out, more interested in her food than their work.
“Meghan!”
She glanced up when she heard Damon say her name rather forcefully. “What?” she asked. “What is it?”
“Did you enjoy shopping?”
Rex laughed.
“I don’t like shopping, and he’s a monster, just so you know.”
“Because he forced you to shop.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Some of the items she wished to buy wouldn’t have done for what you wanted. Cheap isn’t Damon’s style.” Rex sat back, rubbing his stomach. “That was delicious.”
She got to her feet and gathered their empty bowls without saying a word. She was finishing up the dishes when Damon entered the kitchen.
“You’re a good cook.”
“My mom taught me, and it was simple. Not a lot of thought going into it.”
“Rex liked it.”
She wasn’t even going to respond to that.
Drying her hands on the towel, Damon made his move, pressing her up against the kitchen counter.
“You don’t have to like him, but he will take care of you.”
“I watched him hurt my sister.”
“You need to understand that your piece of shit sister needs to be hit. Come and join me.” He stepped away, and she watched him go.
Her heart pounded, and even though all she wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, she followed him.
He’d put on some music, and she waited as he poured out two shots of whiskey.
“Have a drink with me,” he said.
“I don’t drink.”
“One won’t kill you.” He held up the glass. “Come on, Meghan. Relax. Enjoy. You’re not going anywhere, so you’ve got to stop fighting this.”
She took a step forward and sipped at the liquid within the glass. It burned like fire as she swallowed it down.
He gave a little chuckle, which she didn’t like at all.
“You have to take your time with it.”
She wrinkled her nose and put the glass down, no longer interested in it.
He shook his head. “You ever drink, party?”
“No.” She sat down on the sofa with a sigh. There was a time she’d been a fun person to hang out with. That hadn’t exactly lasted long.
“Stand up.”
He used the voice that meant no arguing, just following instruction. Biting her lip, she looked up at him, and waited as he took a step toward her.
She was even more startled as he sat down. She saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against the front of his pants.
“I want you to strip for me. I don’t need a sexy dance. Just remove your clothes, slowly. I want to watch you reveal yourself to me.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I like it when a woman does as she’s told, and seeing you don’t have any other choice, do it.”
She gritted her teeth, but did as he asked, taking her time as she removed his sweatpants and his shirt.
The bra she wore was old, and Rex had made her go into the lingerie store while he’d remained outside. She had an entirely new wardrobe, and she couldn’t recall the last time she’d splurged on herself.
Once she stood before him naked, she wanted to cover herself but knew he wouldn’t like that.
“I love your tits,” he said. “Lift them up for me. Cup them.”
With him watching, she ran her hands beneath her breasts, lifting them up. Moisture pooled between her thighs as he continued to watch, occasionally sipping at his whiskey.
“So pretty. Let them go.”
She did so.
“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.
She gave a little gasp as her ass hit the cold glass. He let out a chuckle.