Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Zade clenches his teeth, his hand locking around my jaw as he steps in, fury burning in his eyes. Then just as I wait for the onslaught of threats, his lips come crushing down on mine in a bruising kiss. My body turns to liquid, melting in his strong arms, my eyes closing with pure satisfaction. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I kiss him back, bracing my arms around his neck. When he tears away from me, gasping for air, all I can do is stare at him.
“FUCK,” he roars, pacing up and down before me, his eyes flicking between me and the dirty ground, his hands at his temple.
Seconds pass and the silence becomes too much. I step out from the wall, forcing myself right in front of him, knowing damn well I won’t be able to get his attention otherwise. My hands come up and shove hard against his chest, forcing him to stop pacing. “What the hell was that?” I demand, his lips still burning against mine, the taste so fucking delicious.
He shakes his head, anger pulsing through his stare. “I don’t fucking know.”
“You can’t do that,” I hiss. “You can’t just kiss me and shrug it off with no explanation. You’re going to kill me, Zade. Literally. You’re going to literally kill me.” I shove him hard in the chest again, feeling hot tears pooling in my eyes, the overwhelming emotion too much for me to handle. “You’re confusing me. I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to fall for you, but every fucking night you hold me against your chest with your arms around me, it feels so damn good. You’re so fucking hard to resist. The only thing keeping me from wanting you is the fact that you despise me. I need you to despise me, Zade. You can’t want me like this.”
He clenches his jaw, so fucking angry with himself, but he doesn’t dare move. He just stares back at me, his hands balled into tight fists at his side as if to keep himself from reaching out for me again.
I shake my head, seeing a fierce desire starting to overshadow the anger. “You can’t do this, Zade. Don’t make me fall for you because I won’t survive this. You’re going to fuck this all up, and then you’re going to break me.”
He inches toward me, and I take a hasty step back, the overwhelming need to throw myself at him quickly fading. He steps toward me again, but this time, I don’t move. I’m so captivated by his deadly stare. I need him. I need every damn part of him.
His hand shoots up, clutching the back of my neck before pushing me up against the wall again, his body pressed firmly against mine. “Too fucking late.” And with that, his lips slam back to mine, devouring every inch of me and claiming my mouth as his own.
My legs circle his hips, and he presses into me, grinding that thick cock against my pussy as my arms twine around his neck, holding on so fucking tight, desperate to keep him closer.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, his hands roaming over my body as though he can’t get enough. It’s a torturous game, our lips fighting for dominance, but where Zade DeVil is concerned, there’s only ever been one boss.
He kisses me like I’ll never be kissed again, and my eyes flutter, wishing he would strip me bare and take me right here in this filthy tunnel. Then just like the first time, he pulls away, leaving us both gasping for air. Only he stays right here, his body up against mine as his forehead tips forward, both of us trying to work out what the fuck is happening here.
My hands slowly fall from around his neck, sliding down over his shoulders and finding purchase against his chest, feeling just how quickly his heart beats beneath my palm. “You can’t do that again,” I breathe, terrified of what happens from here, and hating myself for liking that so much. “I don’t want you.”
His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and my eyes gently roll, having such a small taste and knowing it can only get better. “You’re a liar, Oakley,” he rumbles. “You want me more than you know. You just wish you didn’t.”
And with that, he pulls back, releasing his delicious hold and turning away. He starts walking up the long tunnel, and all I can do is gape at his back, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
Chapter 26
OAKLEY
Giddiness blooms through my chest as I sneak across the penthouse, my gaze locked on Sawyer as Dalton’s remains locked on my ass. I have eighteen days to live, and Dalton has made it his mission to ensure I enjoy every last one of them.