Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“True, but I’m not risking you.”
“I don’t see how that would be your problem.”
“You think I’d let you go down if it ever came out?”
“Wouldn’t you? You said you hated me.”
He lifted a hand and rubbed the side of his face where the tiniest hint of stubble was evident. “I also told you I wanted you. And now I have you. Rest assured you’re safe.”
“Safe? With you?” I shifted on the leather seat. “And I have a boyfriend by the way.” This was a lie; Dax and I were beyond done. I no longer cared to speak to him and confirm this. Where he was concerned, all I wished was that he was safe.
“You’re right, his name is Judas Barron.”
I pressed my lips into a flat line and crossed my arms, repeating, “You said you hated me.”
“You said I was a self-entitled asshole. I am. Both an asshole and self-entitled. You wanna find out what I am when someone continually fucks with my patience?”
My hands tightened into fists, anger beginning to simmer in my veins. “Do you want to find out what I am when I feel threatened?”
“Would you really show me?”
His question threw me into a brief state of confusion. I expelled a frustrated breath when I realized I’d reacted exactly as he wanted me to.
“You found me in the middle of the woods. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Little Red and the big bad wolf.”
I shifted again and looked out the window. “You don’t need to rehash. I remember.”
He began driving down the road that led to my house, pulling over a few yards away.
I could see Mom’s car in the driveway, the lawn and surrounding fields freshly mowed.
“I remember it too.” He placed a hand on my upper knee, just below my thigh. “You looked beautiful that night, but goddamn if you don’t make every fucking head turn now. I’ve been trying to figure out what I can do about that. Do you know how good you look in this uniform?” Fingertips pressed to my skin; he began to softly stroke my flesh.
“Judas.” I tried to sound irritated, but his name expelled through slightly parted lips on a shaky breath.
“Know what else I remember, principessa?” His fingers danced higher, vanishing beneath the hem of my uniformed skirt. “I remember this.”
A single digit ran down my slit, my lacey thong the only barrier between us, easily tugged to the side when that same finger slowly came back up, circling my clit.
I shuddered, knowing I should tell him to stop, struggling between doing what was right or giving in to what I wanted—the wrong.
“We can’t,” I whispered.
“We aren’t. I am.”
“Dax—”
“Is gone.” He didn’t need to yell for the anger attached to those words to echo in the enclosed space.
Two fingers plunged inside me, the sudden intrusion pulling a loud gasp from my lungs.
“You’re soaking wet,” he noted, flipping his palm so the heel of his hand cupped my bundle of nerves as he went to work with his fingers, moving them in and out of me at a steady tempo.
“Judas,” I moaned, spreading my legs further.
“That’s right,” he intoned in a level voice. “When you lie in bed tonight, remember the way my fingers feel moving in and out of your pussy. Remember I’m the only one who knows about all the dirty, twisted shit inside your head.”
Unable to respond, I gripped the door handle as pleasure licked at my core, another moan escaping from my mouth.
“I’m the one who tore away the innocence you so eagerly offered, and I savored every fucking minute of it.”
My legs trembled, pussy beginning to pulse as my climax built.
“I have a very good memory, principessa. And I clearly remember claiming every inch of this fucking body as mine.” He curled his fingers, pressing against something inside me I’d forgotten existed.
A hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to stare into the silver eyes I knew would haunt me the rest of my life.
There was a knowing glint in them, a calculated look on his face.
The sounds of my arousal filtered into my ears, my pulse racing as a tingle danced up my spine. The tension inside me reached max capacity, a rush of titillation blossoming inside me.
“Shit,” I whimpered, digging my nails into the leather of the door as liquid trickled from my pussy. Judas continued to work his fingers, causing a barrage of moans to spill from my chest. I came again, harder than before. Pleasure burned through my nerves and turned my brain to mush.
Before I had a chance to even begin catching my breath or pulling myself together, his fingers were at my lips.
“Taste how sweet you are.”
I obeyed without a second thought, sucking his fingers into my mouth like they were the best kind of tootsie pop.
He removed them and rubbed the pad of his thumb across my lower lip, completely composed, appraising me with an indiscernible expression.