Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I opened my mouth and let him have it.
“It’s not okay for me to worry about you?” I screeched, banging him on the chest with my closed fist.
He grunted but didn’t move to set me down on my feet or pull away from me.
He stayed exactly where he was and continued to glare.
“There’s worrying, and then there’s nagging,” he countered.
My mouth fell open. “I was most certainly not nagging!”
He laughed in my face. “You were. Are.”
“What you call nagging, I call worry,” I countered. “You’re being an ass.”
He growled. “Well, you’re being an entitled little shit! Not everything is about you!”
“Uhh,” I was literally flabbergasted. “I’m the furthest thing you can get away from entitled. I grew up without anything. No mother. No father. Literally, nobody. At least you had that.”
His eyes went intense and he moved until his nose was a small inch away from mine. “You had love. You have six men who stood in for your father. You had just as many women that would’ve given you anything you asked for. You’ve never wanted for anything. You had your college paid for. You have pseudo-uncles in the Dixie Wardens MC. You’ve got more than a lot of people could ever dream of. Yet you’re playing the ‘I have no mother and father’ card? Please.”
I would’ve punched him had he not suddenly read the intention on my face.
He caught my arm, then the other moments later, and pinned them both up above my head. All with an ease that was still so surprising.
“Let go of me.” I yanked on my hands.
“No,” he denied me. “Because if I let you go, you’re gonna hit me or run, and you’re not doing either of those.”
“No?” I asked in a deceptively calm voice.
He tightened his hand around my wrists, ensuring that I wouldn’t be able to yank them free, which had been what I was intending to do once he let his guard down.
But I should’ve known better. I couldn’t hide a damn thing from Parker.
I gave it an experimental tug anyway, causing his grin to spread out over his lips.
I had a sudden idea to headbutt him, but he caught that, too.
Then slammed his mouth down on my own.
I bit his lip, but he didn’t even seem to care.
Not even when I could taste the coppery tang of blood on my tongue.
I gasped, and he took advantage of it by thrusting his tongue into my mouth, running his along mine.
And I lost the urge to hurt him.
I was still extremely mad, but I was horny, too.
There really was only one option. I couldn’t get away from him, so I might as well fuck him instead.
Maybe once we got our aggression out, I’d be able to have a rational conversation with him.
He must’ve thought so, too, because moments after that thought crossed my mind, he started to yank down my jeans. Moments after he got the button undone, and the zipper down, they were already making their way down my legs.
My panties soon followed, but not the same route.
This time, he ripped them free from my body, and I gasped against his lips in surprise.
“Parker, those aren’t cheap!” I cried, my head going back as far as it could to stare at him with anger once again.
He grunted, not bothering to reply, and I narrowed my eyes.
“Keep talking and I’ll gag you with them.”
“You wouldn’t.” I snarled.
His eyes came to mine. “Wanna bet?”
I curled my fingers around his hand and dug my fingernails into his skin.
His mouth curled up, and I caught the cut on his lip with my eyes.
I was held captive by it. I’d done that.
To him.
My smile grew, too.
Good.
Then I heard the sound of his zipper as he slowly tugged it down.
The only thing holding me up was his lower body pressed to mine, so I decided now was the time to try if I was going to get away from him.
With his precarious hold, he wasn’t really expecting me to throw my entire body into the move.
Meaning, one second I was being held by him, and the next I found myself scrambling up from the ground on my hands and knees.
I got no farther than the end of the bed—my goal being the bathroom failing spectacularly—when he caught me with one arm around my waist and took me down to the ground.
“For such a short little shit, you’re spry,” he growled against the back of my neck.
I wiggled experimentally and realized that not only was I even worse off than before, there would be no getting out of this position. Not if he didn’t want me to.
My ass was exposed to him, and the only leverage I had was my knees—but then he took that away moments later by spreading my legs as wide as he could get them, and then placing his own thighs in between my knees so I couldn’t close them.