Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“You’re scaring me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm even though my adrenaline was spiking, and my fight or flight response was kicking in something fierce. “You’re not acting like yourself.”
“Yeah? Well, I’ve told you before. You don’t know me.” This time it was Kage who took a step toward me, and I was the one to retreat. “You don’t want to know me. You’d rather live in this little fantasy world of yours where everyone is a good person, and Michael Kage Santori just an entertaining summer fuck.”
He took another step toward me, and when I backed up, my knees hit the built-in bench that ran around the inside of the gazebo. He pressed in so close I had to lean back onto the side of the gazebo rail and catch myself with my hands. His body was so close now, I could smell him, and just like that I was instantly hard— trained to that scent like one of Pavlov’s dogs. I felt my nostrils flare and my eyelids flutter, and that uneasy quiver in my belly that told me I was a goner.
“Tell me,” he said. “Have you gotten your demons worked out?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your demons. You know. Have you gotten enough cock to satisfy your curiosity? Are you ready to go back to school? Go back to fucking girls?” He reached down between my legs and rubbed my hard dick through the fabric of my shorts. “Mmmm, looks like that part of you is still curious.”
I pushed against his hand and let out an involuntary sigh, getting harder by the second. I needed him to touch me more. More contact, more friction. I strained against him.
But instead of giving my cock more attention, he slipped his hand down under, cupping my balls and pushing his finger right up against my hole. The flesh was still aching, still ultra-sensitive from two nights before when Kage had so irrevocably owned my ass. I felt it every time I took a step, every time I sat down, and now the memories of those amazing sensations came flooding back full-force.
I groaned and shifted, trying to give him better access, trying to get more contact. I wanted him to penetrate me. Suddenly I needed more than anything for him to fuck me. If only he would fill me like I needed filling, hit that spot for me and make me come all over us. I drew in a deep, shuddering breath as he pressed up harder with his finger, transforming my entire body into one tangled mass of yearning.
“What do you want from me?” he whispered against my ear, his beard stubble scraping deliciously along my cheek and jaw.
“Fuck my ass,” I said, feeling no shame.
“That’s what I thought.” He removed his hand from between my legs and slipped his fingers under my necklace, snatching it so hard it broke both the cord and the skin on the back of my neck. I cried out in pain as Kage turned and threw the necklace as hard as he could into the woods next to the gazebo. “You think I’m good enough to fuck, but not worthy of being your boyfriend? Well, guess what? I don’t want the job anymore. Good luck finding another man for the position. It’ll take two to fill the vacancy I left.”
He turned and walked away, moving quickly and with resolve down the gazebo steps and onto the lawn. My mind was reeling, my face was hot, I was mortified… and I was angry. Because how dare he treat me that way? To taunt me like that, specifically for the purpose of humiliating me, was inexcusable. And then to destroy my necklace and throw it away.
I ran down the steps of the gazebo and after Kage with only one thought. Revenge.
I wanted to shred him like he’d just shredded my pride. I closed the distance between us in a couple of seconds and tackled him, hoping to take him down and make him suffer. But attacking a brutal fighter trained in multiple disciplines is probably never a good idea, especially if you don’t know anything about fighting except the little bit that fighter has taught you.
When I flew at him from behind, I have no doubt he heard me coming like a herd of buffalo and anticipated exactly what I was going to do. To his credit, even in anger, he didn’t hit me. He flipped me easily off of his back, deposited me on the ground, and kept walking, stinging my ego even more.
“Are you running from me?” I yelled. I stopped in the middle of the yard, so overcome with anger that it didn’t occur to me at first that the people in my house might hear. I glanced at the darkened house. The TV flickered in the living room. Probably Layla and Jennifer watching TV and plotting on me. Kage pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and kept walking toward the house. “Who are you calling? Your uncle?”