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)
Meghan was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. She was kind and sweet. She hated that he’d hurt Rex, but he had to make an example out of his friend. Damn, even Rex had told him to do it.
There’s no way he’d get by in this world unless he hurt him. People had to know you didn’t break any rules.
“Is it because I was a virgin?” she asked.
“No.” He wasn’t keeping her because of her virginity. “I like having you around.” He moved her back so that she was pressed against the wall. “I care about you.”
“You can care about anyone.”
“No. You don’t get it, Meghan. I care about you. It matters to me what happens to you. I’m not letting you go. It’s as simple as that.” He tilted her head back, staring at her lips before looking in her eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have taken you. The moment I saw you in those old ratty pajamas. Your hair tumbling around, bed hair, no makeup. You weren’t looking at me with adoration. You don’t flirt with me or give me anything fake. I’ve not had that in a long time. A woman has only ever used me for what she can get. You haven’t. You’re real. I know when I touch you.” He slid a hand down her chest, to cup her tit. “You’re not faking it.” He pinched her nipple, and her gasp filled the room. “I know when I touch your pussy. You’re so wet for me, and none of it is fake.” He slid a hand down between her thighs, teasing her pussy. “So wet. It’s all for me. So, no, I’m not going to let you go. Not ever. The moment I stepped into your apartment and saw you, I knew you belonged to me and that is exactly what you are.”
“What?”
“You’re mine, Meghan Bell, and there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
Chapter Eleven
Six months with Damon
Meghan rubbed the back of her calf with her toe. She was feeling exceedingly tired today, but then she’d been feeling shitty for a few weeks now.
Not long after her sister’s revelation, she’d gotten sick, and Damon had been there, nursing her back to health. He’d even offered to wear a nurse’s uniform, but she’d declined. She’d rather have him naked as he took care of her, and when no one was around, he stripped down to tend to her.
She didn’t know why she was thinking about that as she stood at the copy machine in the gym. Glancing out at the window, she saw several men still going at it in the ring. Damon had told her they were training for an upcoming fight.
She hated the fights, but fortunately he’d not taken her to any in recent months. Blowing out a breath, she rubbed at her temple.
Six months.
It wasn’t like she was counting down. Damon had told her he wasn’t getting bored with her, and what scared her was she wasn’t with him either. The longer she was with him, the more his life no longer bothered her. She didn’t wince when she heard about a person not paying up his debt. She knew the consequences. She had also come to see that some people needed men like Damon.
She’d been in the office when a woman had come to pay the final part of her debt. Damon had a file on her, and Meghan had watched as he accepted payment and marked the debt off. She had found out that the bank wanted to take back her home. She’d only been a couple of grand away from owning it outright, but they’d tried to claim missed payments. The woman had come to Damon, and they’d negotiated a payment contract. The woman had been paying Damon back for over five years, and he’d not even put up any major interest either.
Damon had shown Meghan his sweet side, and it had made it impossible for her not to fall for him. There was more to the man than just being a monster or a brute, or something else.
Whenever they were together, he took care of her, made her laugh. Her every need and whim were taken care of.
How could she not fall for that kind of … love?
Shaking her head, she pushed it out of her mind. That was crazy. He couldn’t love her.
But you do him.
She wasn’t even going to entertain that kind of notion. Placing a hand on her stomach, she tried to settle the butterflies, but it wouldn’t work. She hated feeling ill.
Once she finished copying the files that Damon had requested, she made her way out of the room and headed back to his office.
“Excuse me,” a man said.
Meghan paused and turned toward a man. He didn’t look great. His jacket looked dirty, and his face was also covered in dirt.