Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
I find her pebbled nipple and suck it into my mouth. It’s just tender skin, but it tastes so fucking sweet. I suck and nibble and even bite until I’m sure she’s raw from the attention. The idea of leaving purple marks all over her breasts to admire later is an image I can’t get out of my head.
Her toes somehow hook into my boxers and she desperately shoves them down. Then she tugs at my hair, pulling me back to her mouth for a kiss. My dick is free now, rubbing against her pussy through her thin sleep shorts. Is she even wearing panties underneath?
Fuck, I need her again.
She reaches between us, tugging her shorts to the side. The second my dick rubs against her bare pussy, we both groan. I easily glide along her slit since she’s soaked as fuck right now.
I could push inside her and claim her like I did this morning.
It would be so easy.
The tip of my cock presses against her hole. However, the material of her shorts has slid back in the way. I’m seconds from ripping them off completely.
My cock begs for my brain to shut off, but my mind clears.
We can’t do this.
Not without rules and parameters.
This loss of control and getting lost in this woman—my captive—is only going to complicate things between us.
If I ever have hope of staying focused, I need boundaries with Romy. Fucking her is too messy. I want it too badly. It changes everything.
With infinite self-control, I pull away from her, sitting up on my haunches. She whimpers, reaching for me, fingertips ghosting over my abs.
“Caius,” she breathes, the desire in her voice almost my undoing. “Please.”
“No,” I growl.
This time, I’m the one who says it, and I fucking mean it.
I ignore the curses coming from her on my hasty escape to the bathroom. I also shamelessly conjure up memories of what just happened as I stroke myself to release in the sink.
This electric connection between us stops now.
Romy
I didn’t sleep at all last night.
My mind flopped between being incredibly hurt and being completely pissed off. So when Eva texted me at the crack of dawn, even before my grumpy bedmate awoke, I was eager to have a reason to get out of bed.
She wanted to meet, which is why I’m standing on the curb of our hotel before sunrise, shuddering against the icy wind.
Slipping out of my room moments ago, undetected, was easy. Neither Caius nor Kaitlyn stirred. I was happy not to have run into Orion or Theo either. If I truly wanted to leave these people, I could.
Why don’t you?
Bitter loneliness claws at my heart. I have nowhere to go. I’m not going to stay with Eva, even though I love her, because I can’t stomach seeing my father again when not forced to. Going to my brother’s home is a joke. And college? I don’t even know if I have a room there anymore.
I could brave this world all by myself.
That simply hurts.
I’m not that strong. Full stop. At least at the dorms, I had a roommate.
A black SUV pulls up to the curb in front of me. The driver hops out and rounds the front of the vehicle. “Miss Langston?”
“That’s me,” I say, giving him an awkward wave.
He smiles warmly despite the early hour and opens the back door for me. Eva’s familiar perfume greets me.
“So happy you could meet with me,” Eva says, taking my hand and squeezing it when I sit beside her. “I know it’s early.”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I shrug as I buckle in. “I’m surprised Dad didn’t try to tag along.”
Eva glances toward the driver and purses her lips. I get the message. Whatever’s said will be reported back to Dad.
We chat about unimportant things as we head for the café. I haven’t been to the place since this past summer. They have the best orange scones.
The driver waits by the curb as we exit in a rush, hurrying to escape the chilly wind. Once inside, Eva waves me on to go grab a table while she heads for the register. I notice a couple of men finishing up, so I snag their table by the windows. A few minutes later, Eva arrives with a plate of orange scones and two steaming lattes.
She primly eats her scone while I inhale mine. It’s even better than I remember. I make a mental note to bring Kaitlyn here before we go back home.
I bristle at the thought of Canada being home.
Of Caius being home.
“I’m sorry about the other night,” Eva says after dabbing her lips with a napkin. “Your father was out of line.”
I nod, completely agreeing. “Did you know?”
“Unfortunately, no.” She sighs. “I only knew what he’d told me. That you’d previously been under psychiatric care for delusions and whatnot, but that therapy was helping. We didn’t exactly dig into the details.”