Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
And yet there was still no answer.
With a frown, he crossed the living room and tried the first door that he reached, which was again unlocked. It turned out to be a bedroom, but it was also unoccupied. He frowned. Where the hell was she? Had she left?
He heard the sound of another door opening and he looked up.
Bobby was coming out of the bathroom.
Naked.
Leandro sucked his breath in, and the sound, though barely audible, made Bobby look up sharply, her face whitening when she realized that she was not alone. One full second passed before she seemed to realize the worst thing about her situation, and she let out a dismayed cry. “Get out!” Her hands flew in a panic over her, trying to cover everything but failing.
Leandro couldn’t stop staring.
She was...beautiful.
Her body was...perfect.
It was a woman’s body, the kind that he thought he could only dream of. Countless women had been to his bed, but none of them had been this gloriously curvy, the sight of her leaving Leandro completely aroused.
He had come here determined to make things right with her and then get out of her life for good. He had been determined not to make her his fake girlfriend, knowing she would not be suitable for it. But this –
This beautiful body...
It was irresistible.
And all thoughts of common sense flew out of his brain.
When she made a move to go back to the bathroom, he made a move, too, and he was a lot faster than she was.
In a moment, he had her locked in his arms.
She started to struggle. Hard.
His hold on her arms only tightened, her struggles somehow only making him more aroused. He had never forced a woman to bed – had never had any reason to. But right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to dominate Roberta Granger, to make her realize that he was a man and that he was strong enough to overpower her.
“Stop struggling,” he gritted out.
“Then let go of me!”
“The more you struggle, the more you make me want to take you!”
She froze, but her eyes shot fire at him.
He looked down at her – all the way to her breasts, her gloriously naked and abundantly full breasts. They were so deliciously shapely and round that he wondered if they would fit his hands. The thought that it wouldn’t had him swallowing, his lust threatening to get rid of what little of his self-control he had been able to hold on to.
Such beautiful breasts...and the sight of them had him fighting even harder for control.
A hungry look had touched his face, and when Bobby realized what he was staring at, she couldn’t help stiffening.
It was a bad move.
She knew it the moment she did it, but by then it was too late.
Her breasts, with its pointed rosy tips, brushed against his chest when she straightened, and the contact had both of them reacting like they were hit by a bolt of lightning.
A growl escaped the man holding her captive.
She stiffened again, something about that sound reminding Bobby that this man was more dangerous than any other man she knew. She was so out of his league it was terrifyingly ridiculous, and yet here she was, naked in his arms.
This time, she wasn’t too proud to beg. It was the only way to save herself, to keep her life from changing. She knew that without him saying a word, the knowledge more intuitive than experiential. “Please let me go—-” she cried out, the sound a mixture of stunned disbelief and excruciating pleasure as he bent his head down, his hands moving down to clasp her waist tightly as his hot mouth closed over one pink tightly drawn nipple.
Oh God.
This couldn’t be happening.
She tried to hang on to her sanity, her hands moving up to press against his shoulders. She wanted to push him away but she couldn’t. “Please—-”
She stopped.
He had started to suck.
He. Was. Sucking. On. Her. Nipple.
Sucking.
Hard.
Her eyes closed. Her head fell back. Her lips parted in a silent moan.
It was too much.
Someone knocked furiously on the door. “Leandro, you have an urgent call. It is your mother.”
Chapter Five
“OH, YOU’RE ALONE.” The voice was sickeningly sweet, but it was not sweet enough to hide the malice behind the words.
Bobby suppressed a sigh. Why was university life as depressingly clichéd as it was in the movies? One would think that by watching how the good guys always won in the end, people would know better and give up playing the role of Mean Girl or Dumb Jerk.
But no. They didn’t. Because there were girls that were truly mean and boys that were truly dumb jerks. Like this pair waiting to make fun of her.
She looked up, making sure her face was blank. “I’m not.”
They gaped.
“Okay, I am. I was just being sarcastic since you were asking something obvious.” She indicated the vacant seat in front of her. “No one’s here on the table with me, so of course I’m alone. Unless you don’t know what alone means?”