Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
I hear myself cry out just like any other girl as his teeth bite down on my nipple.
Hard.
And that's when I realize he's right.
A gentle lover would have been so skull-crushingly boring he would never have managed to make me forget I'm different, and while a part of me is once again terrified at how Rake has my crazy mind all figured out—-
Fear has no choice but to take a backseat as he keeps biting my nipple while fucking me harder and harder, and he doesn't let up at all even when I've grabbed his hair in an attempt to pull his head off.
"Stop it!"
He finally lifts his head, but it's only to rakishly grin down at me, and oh, how the sight of it makes me want to seriously kill and kiss him at the same time.
"Did you say 'harder'?"
No, no, no!
But it's already too late, with his teeth biting down on my other nipple while his cock hammers into me harder and harder as promised—-
Why, why, why does this hurt so, so good?
He's fucking me like I'm his slut, and yet every thrust of his shatters my soul. We're rutting like mindless animals in heat, but when he finally lifts his head and locks his gaze with mine—-
Oh no.
Pleasure explodes between us as we cum at the same time, and I can only cling to him as everything that's happened since Thomas had two cold-blooded killers getting to know each other over the phone—-
It all adds up like chain links clicking into place.
From the way I only blush in his presence to the way he's only vulgar with me—-
From how he tries talking like a shrink to avoid hurting my feelings to the way I'm inexplicably enthralled whenever I see him rubbing his jaw—-
Everything between us, even from the excruciatingly glorious pain of my deflowering to how exquisitely battered my pussy feels as Rake carefully withdraws—-
All of those things have been leading us to this moment: the two of us as one, and our souls chained for eternity, for better or for worse.
The thought makes my chest feel weirdly tight, and it feels even tighter as Rake gently pulls me up like I'm more fragile than glass.
Our gazes meet one more time, and the calm look in his dark eyes speaks a simple truth.
You're mine now, and I'm yours.
His unspoken words make it so, so hard to breathe, but before I can even think of what to say in return—-
"We have now reached West Palm Beach."
Rake groans as the train announcement has me wriggling out of his hold. "Aren't we still having a moment?"
"We can still have our moment," I promise even while hurriedly picking my jeans off the floor, "if you'll let me multitask?"
Chapter Eight
RAKE IS SILENT BUT watchful as he follows me up the steps of a run-down building. He hasn't asked any questions just yet, but a part of me is already convinced it's only a matter of time before he realizes he's made a mistake.
The thought has my fists clenching against my sides, and Rake suddenly grabs my wrist from behind. He turns me around to face him, his gaze questioning. What's wrong?
I yank my hand out of his hold. Nothing.
But of course it's a lie.
It's the opposite of 'nothing' when a murderous little icicle like me has suddenly turned into a drama queen, and all because of what? The fear that I'll lose Rake if I expose my true colors?
Stop being so grossly insecure, Kayra Petinos!
This kind of thinking will only have my dead sister turning in her grave again, not to mention how completely unbecoming it is for someone born to a mafia family like me.
And besides...
Who says he has to know the real me, right?
Honesty is for suckers, and if I don't want Rake to see the real me, then he won't. I'll simply hide it from him forever, and now that particular problem is solved—-
No more distractions while on the job!
The door to Room 418 is locked, so of course I kick it open, and instinct takes over after that. I'm already in the zone as soon as the first man tries (and fails) to knock my teeth off with his fist.
I'm not sure how much time passes after that.
Or how much blood has been shed.
It's only when everyone's all beaten up and unconscious on the ground, and adrenaline gradually stops pumping through my veins that I remember—-
Shit.
I've forgotten all about Rake, and rather than hiding myself like planned, the real me ended up putting quite a show.
Nice, Kayra. Real nice...you idiot.
If he's gone, he's gone, and I will not let myself go crazy—-oh.
Rake suddenly appears by the doorway of a bedroom, still looking gorgeous and immaculate except for noticeably bruised fists. "Hello again."
"Uh...hi?"
He closes the distance between us, and his gaze turns brooding as he comes to a stop before me. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"