Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
A hard swallow forces the ache from my throat. “I can’t.”
“You mean you won’t.”
“Giving in will only hurt you both.”
“Stop thinking about what he wants, or what I want. What do you want?”
Six months ago, I wanted Liam. But just last month, my reckless love for Sebastian got him whipped and exiled.
“I don’t know,” I say, the answer as solid as the soft white sand under my feet.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“It’s not a lie.”
“It’s not the truth.” He cups my chin, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip as if his caress will erase the protest there. “And I bet I can prove it.”
“H-how?”
He tilts his head. “Remember the promise you made to me the day you left my house?”
“Of course I remember.”
“Did you break that promise?”
Not liking where he’s going with this, I hesitate. “No.”
“You didn’t touch yourself?”
I shake my head.
“Then part of you wanted to please me, or you wouldn’t have kept that promise.”
“You weren’t the only one forbidding masturbation.”
“That might be true, but the rest of the time, when you were alone and perfectly capable of touching yourself, you held back, did you not?”
“You know the answer to that,” I say, grinding my molars.
A satisfied grin sneaks across his lips. “Deep down, you know what you want. So just say it, Novalee.”
“Part of me wants you both.” The confession is long overdue, and it settles between us, immovable as a pillar.
“I’ll learn to share if it means being with you.” He frowns, his brows furrowed over wet lashes. “But I doubt Sebastian will say the same.”
He’s right. The lion is as possessive as Liam is protective. Sebastian Stone wants all of me.
But so does Liam, despite what he says, or he wouldn’t have brought me here.
“I can’t give you what you want.” I step back, my feet sinking into the sand.
The attempt to put space between us doesn’t deter him. He picks me up and sets me on a smooth boulder hidden behind the waterfall. I gasp as he drops to his knees, his hands reaching for my bikini bottoms.
“What are you doing?” I shriek, squirming on the rock and trying to get away. Instead of hindering his efforts, the fight only aids him. His forearms glisten from our swim as he flings the swimsuit bottoms into the lagoon.
“Spread your legs.”
“No!”
“We both know I’m going to win.” He grips my thighs. “Spread them, my sweet girl, or I’ll do it for you.”
The sun beams through the wall of water, casting an ethereal glow over him. Those rays turn his determined eyes to caramel and bring out the copper highlights in his damp hair.
Liam is the epitome of a sex god, oozing sensuality and unquestionable determination.
And all I can do is utter a stupid question. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m rewarding you. Keeping such a promise deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
That unwanted twinge he evokes morphs into a full-fledged throb, and my legs part of their own volition.
“Good girl.”
“Liam, please,” I choke, my breath stalling in my lungs. He’s not playing fair. Little by little, his alpha-like will is destroying my resistance.
“Take off your top,” he orders, dragging his eyes from the sight between my legs. He sucks in a breath. “Let me see your pretty nipples.”
“You promised you wouldn’t touch me.”
His fingers press into my splayed thighs, holding me in place. “My hands won’t stray, I promise.”
Heart pounding with an excited beat, I remove my top and set it aside. Though his hands are nowhere near my nipples, the weight of his stare shoots white-hot need from the tips of my breasts to the bottoms of my feet.
“Touch yourself, Novalee. Not for me, not for him or anyone else…do it because you want it.”
“But I don’t want this.” My resistant tone doesn’t match the lust-induced chaos in my head, and he picks up on it, plowing right past my feeble attempt to reject him.
“Would you rather I start eating you instead?” To drive home the threat, he blows on my pussy, making me whimper.
My nipples become tight and achy.
Intense heat spreads over my skin.
The pulse at my core is unbearable.
Strength flees my upper body, and I fall back on the rock. I can’t fight this. I’m not sure I know how.
As his hands keep me spread wide, I begin an exploratory mission down the flesh of my body, fingers tentatively grazing my nipples. A moan tumbles from my lips, and I trail a hand over the quivering desire in my belly.
His grip on me tightens, owns, demands. I’ve never been so turned on by someone’s hands on my legs. But God, his thumbs are so close to where I’m aching to be stroked.
The instant I dip my fingers into my slit, rubbing a steady and firm circle on my clit, I know I’m not coming back from this. There’s no stopping the plummet now. It’s an inevitable conclusion, ground into stone as soon as my legs opened for him.