Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Let me go, please.”
I was annoyed with myself for even asking when he deserved nothing less than to have his shit rocked. I was also aware that Rowdy was now my boss, and despite how wrong our first meeting had gone, losing this job or quitting wasn’t an option.
“How old are you?”
“Why?”
Instead of answering right away, his strong hands slid from my hips to my ass, massaging and memorizing the shape and curve of it through my jeans. He wasn’t gentle either. I didn’t understand how his touch could be so rough, the deep massage driving me to the tips of my toes until I had no choice but to cling to him for support, yet feel better than any sensation I’d ever felt. He was thorough too.
Before I could stop my reaction, my eyes fluttered close, and this time, I let my answering moan free.
“Because I want to fuck you,” Rowdy eventually confessed. His deep voice dripped sex instead of malice now. “Today. Now. Five fucking minutes ago if you hadn’t distracted me with your fucking mouth.” I could feel his lips grazing my neck softly before he lifted his head to meet my gaze. “Why else?”
I ignored my throbbing pussy and the arousal ruining my panties and said, “We just met, and I don’t even like you.”
“And?”
“You’re only supposed to have sex with people you like.” I wanted to wipe the condescending smirk from his face. Instead, I tried once again to get away from him.
“Hate me all you want, beautiful. I’ll still make you come.” There was no trace of arrogance in his claim, only a simple statement of facts, which might have been the reason I found myself believing him. Staring at him while he distractedly searched the area, I realized his eyes weren’t hazel as I’d originally guessed but green. “Come on.”
Before I could tell him no, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the gate where the man he’d beaten unconscious was still bleeding and lying unconscious on the ground.
My new boss, who was clearly not to be fucked with, stepped over his limp body like he was nothing, forcing me to do the same.
And now he was leading the only witness to his crime to some undisclosed location that was probably dark and known only to him.
“Where are we going?”
Rowdy’s expression gave nothing away when he glanced over his shoulder. “To fuck. Where else?”
My next breath punched out of me, and I suddenly dug my feet into the pavement while trying to pull my hand free. It didn’t deter him one fucking bit. He just tightened his grip and kept walking as if my consent was optional.
“You don’t even know me!” I screamed at his back.
He cackled loudly and obnoxiously, making me double down on my efforts to get away from him. “I don’t need to.” He glanced at me again. “What else you got?”
“How about no? N-O, asshole. Heard of it?” I snapped.
When Rowdy didn’t answer or slow his pace, I panicked. It was the only explanation for why I lifted our hands and savagely dug my teeth into the skin around his wrist until I tasted blood.
“Yoooo!” Finally, Rowdy stopped walking and turned to face me with wide eyes.
Holding his bewildered gaze, I turned my head to the side and spat out his blood coating my tongue before baring my bloodied teeth at him. “I said no.”
Rowdy didn’t reply as he looked down at his bleeding wrist and my teeth marks now deeply embedded in his skin. Slowly, his gaze rose, pausing at the sight of his blood on my lips and then meeting mine.
A moment later, I yelped when he shoved me against the building’s wall. My back smarted from the impact, and then all I knew was the heat of his strong body inflaming my skin and melting my brain when he used it to hold me in place.
His body…and his hand holding mine. Rowdy still hadn’t let it go—as if our tenuous connection had been worth the pain and bloodshed.
Rowdy pinned our hands against the brick wall, and I screamed again when he lowered his head and sunk his teeth into my wrist. A whimper tore out of me when I felt the skin break, and then warm liquid trailed down my arm. Only then did Rowdy lift his head.
And then he rudely spat my blood on my clean white sneakers.
The rest had stained his lips red, but he didn’t seem to care as his cold gaze met mine.
Neither of us spoke.
We merely existed for the intense stretch of a moment that passed afterward.
Rowdy seemed to read every one of my thoughts. His green eyes—a delightful compliment to his peanut butter complexion—tracked every heave of my chest, my tongue nervously flicking over my dry lips, and even the sweat that pooled between my breasts despite the forty-degree temperature outside.