Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"Then you're absolutely right. I'm not someone good or nice. I'm bad in every unimaginable way there is—-"
He looks at me under his extraordinarily long lashes, and my inner folds ache and swell.
"But we both know it's all those things as well that has your pussy crying out for my dick."
Holy, holy, holy...fuck-a-holey.
I can't believe he just said that, but on the other hand, it also feels very much like him to say the words, and while I know these things are supposed to scare and offend good girls like me—-
That's just not how the real world works, ever since Internet became a thing.
Nowadays, you can be just like me, a home-schooled island girl who never smokes, drinks or parties. I'm the kind of girl who never wants to do drugs and always goes to church on Sundays—-but who also happens to own a Kindle full of dirty books and uses a VPN to watch porn, incognito.
Girls like me are neither good nor bad. Rocking the boat isn't our thing, but we do want to get into trouble now and then, and my Mr. Mine?
He's exactly the kind of man that he says he is. He's everything I shouldn't want, and that's why he's a man I can't trust. But for him to imply that I only want him because of that...
That's where he's wrong.
So, so wrong.
I want him because he is trouble, but I also want him because I know there's something special between us.
And it's the same for you, isn't it, Mr. Mine?
You may not be ready for it, but deep, deep inside you know it's true.
You know we have something special between us, and from the first moment our eyes met, you were also looking at me like I'm just as much trouble for you.
And that's what I don't get, really.
Am I not supposed to be someone that Mr. Mine can want and have?
Chapter Two
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
The spell between us breaks when a waiter shows up out of nowhere to hand each of us a menu. I feel a little self-conscious all of a sudden, and I quickly open the menu to hide my face behind it.
What now, self?
My brain says one thing, but my heart says another. It's crazy enough that I'm yearning for someone like him, but it's even crazier that Mr. Mine actually wants me back. I know there's every chance his desire for me is a one-off thing, and that my novelty can wear off the moment he gets what he wants.
I know that.
But still.
He's the kind of man who can have any girl he wants, but isn't it just the craziest thing that he's been looking at me like I'm as unreachable as a star?
Why, Mr. Mine?
Is it my virginity?
My age?
Maybe even my race?
The waiter asks me if I'm ready to order, and I manage to utter something coherent even as my mind continues to spin. I think I asked for some toast and avocado shake, or at least I hope I did. It's just so hard to think, and it gets even harder when it's Mr. Mine's turn to give his order, and the sound of his lovely, deep, dark voice has my toes curling anew.
Oh, Mr. Mine.
Will there ever come a day I won't find you sexy?
The waiter finally leaves, and he takes with him the menu I've been using as shield. Tiger-gold eyes find me right away, and l can't help but respond to the sheer sexual heat of his presence.
Everything about him enthralls me the way no other guy has. Boys back home seem like toddlers when I compare them to him, and even those slick, smooth-talking Miami guys that my grandfather has occasionally set me up with don't stand a chance.
Mr. Mine makes all of them look like sissies, and just sitting next to him has my heart thumping wildly against my chest. I try to shift around in my seat when the restlessness stirring up inside of me becomes unbearable, but this only backfires as my knee accidentally bumps into his leg, and my lust immediately threatens to overflow.
Animal magnetism, I can't help thinking yet again, and this time the meaning reaches deeper into my skin, and all I can do is squeeze my legs shut as tightly as I can.
"You shouldn't be looking at me like that."
The suddenness of his words startle me, but it's the roughness of his tone that makes something hot and forbidden unfurl inside my body, and I find myself yearning once again to tell him things that I find secretly cute, awesome, and kinky.
Do you know, Mr. Mine...
Only porn and smutty books used to turn me on, but you're the first flesh-and-blood male to make me feel like this.
Just you and no one else.
But since I still lack the courage and confidence to say such things, all I can do is clear my throat and ask, "How exactly am I looking at you?"