Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
At first, I don’t kiss him back. His body is pressed against mine, and I can feel every inch of him all over me. The outlines of the hardness of his body. The strength ever-present in his lean muscles. Does he even have an inch of fat on him?
I’m jealous.
I know I have a little extra cushioning—this girl right here loves sweets. Brownies, cheesecake, you name it, I love it. And right now, he tastes like my favorite cake.
A big slice I want to devour, so I do.
A single, loud honk comes from somewhere nearby, but neither of us pays it any real attention. My hands reach out and grip the sides of his dress shirt, clinging to it as he presses in closer. And now I can feel a different type of hardness, and it’s pushing on all the right areas.
Fuck me.
How can he do this to me?
Another honk, but this time it’s more persistent. Louder. And it won’t stop.
He swears, his lips still bruising mine, as his tongue, which was devouring mine, pulls back. I notice his lips are a darker shade of pink as his body leaves mine.
“Fucking shut up, Kyson.” He steps back from me fully and stalks away without even a backward glance. I stand there, stuck to the car, unsure of how to even function.
That was, without a doubt, the best kiss of my whole damn life.
From a man I barely know.
Who just so happens to be filthy rich—sorry, wealthy—and has given me so much already.
With only one ask.
No one has ever treated me the way he has.
“This your new plaything,” the other voice says, loud enough for me to hear. “Hope she can swim.” He chuckles. When I check over my shoulder to where they are standing, they’re both watching me. Intently.
Managing to get myself together, I stand taller and step over to them. “Swim?” I ask.
The newcomer, Kyson, who I saw at the bar, smirks. “Yes, our boy Zuko here has a habit of drowning his fucks.”
“That was one time,” Zuko grumbles, then looks at me. “She lived. I gave her mouth-to-mouth. She appreciated it.” He still has his sunglasses covering his eyes, so I don’t know if he winked at me or not, but I have a feeling he is not that type.
“I can swim,” I say to Kyson. Then I turn to Zuko. “Are we fucking anytime soon?”
“Naked, remember,” Zuko reminds me, not even caring that his brother can hear us. “I didn’t get you a condo,” he adds.
“Speaking of,” Kyson says and hands Zuko a piece of paper. I take no notice as they start to move to the trunk of his car. I stay where I am as it opens, and they start talking. Two shovels are thrown near my feet, and I step back in my designer heels as I stare down. “What the?”
“Does she not know who you are?”
“Kyson,” Zuko growls.
Kyson shrugs and grins. “I think she should.”
Right now, I should be terrified.
It’s a normal reaction, right?
To want to run the other way.
I mean, I’m alone with two men in the middle of nowhere, with nothing close by but an old, rundown warehouse. And for reasons unknown to me, they have shovels.
They could do anything to me.
And I was stupid enough to come out here with Zuko and not think anything of it.
“Oh, she looks scared,” Kyson notes. “You know how to dig?” he adds.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Dig.” He nods to the shovels.
“Why the fuck would I dig anything? Do you see this dress?” I ask heatedly, pointing to my incredibly expensive designer brand dress. “No way am I getting it dirty.”
Zuko’s mouth twitches at my words.
“You should tell her who we are,” Kyson says to Zuko.
“I’m good. I don’t want to know.”
“You aren’t the least bit curious about how we earn our money?”
“Nope, as long as I get to spend it, I couldn’t care less,” I reply, with more confidence than I feel.
“That dress you’re wearing, that car you’re driving, are paid for by greedy billionaires who want their competition killed.”
“And?”
“Who do you think did the killing?” Kyson smirks evilly.
I watch Zuko and wait for him to tell me Kyson is joking.
He doesn’t.
“I don’t care, and I’m leaving now.” I turn around and start walking back to the car. I hear a loud thump and try not to check what it is as two more blacked-out cars pull up. I stop halfway to the car as someone gets out. Neither of the men I was just with even look my way as they reach into their trunk, pull something out that appears a lot like a body bag, and hand it over. I watch as Kyson grabs the shovels and issues them to the men. Then all eyes turn to me. I freeze, unsure if I should move or stay still.