Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Eve was right, Vixen thought.
She had needed to give them a chance.
Needed to give them this chance to know...
And she really did know now—-
Christopher's throat tightened when he saw Vixen's soft dark eyes looking up to him just as she said...
"I love you."
It was Vixen's last words as she drifted into sleep, and she barely stirred as Christopher carefully withdrew his partially erect cock from her body.
For one long moment, he could only gaze at her, his face taut with regret and self-contempt. There was probably a misunderstanding somewhere somehow between William and him, but even so...
Everything that happened between Vixen and Christopher was on him alone.
And now...
What the fuck did he do with a girl who believed herself in love with him...and that he loved her back?
Should he tell her the truth and admit that everything was a fucking mistake?
Or should he give this a chance?
See if maybe what started out as a lie...could still turn out to be the truth.
"I THINK I'VE BEEN REBORN." Vixen truly believed this, but when she saw the way Christopher's lips curved...
She rolled on top of him, and Christopher's smile disappeared as he groaned, with her still-moist pussy now directly on top of his cock.
"I'm serious, Kit." She cupped her face so he could see the truth in her eyes. "I really think I'm a whole new person with you."
Busy as he was trying to reposition Vixen on top of him so he could get his member inside of her, Christopher could only grunt, saying distractedly, "Whatever you say, m'dear."
"I said I'm pregnant."
"Yeah. Sure."
Vixen had a hard time repressing her smile as Christopher tried getting her to rub her sex against his cock. There was just something so strangely refreshing about Christopher's single-minded focus on sex, and she loved it even more, knowing that he had been like this even before he had her in his bed.
Men often pretended to be one thing around her, but their eyes just as often revealed the truth about them. Christopher, however, was wonderfully different. She hadn't sensed any dishonesty in him from the very start, and maybe it was why she, too, couldn't help but open up to him.
Even though they had only known each other for mere hours, something about them just clicked, and it was why...
Christopher bit back a groan when Vixen suddenly pulled away from him and took herself to the other side of the bed. "Come back here."
"But I want to talk first."
"We'll talk," he said so quickly that Vixen could only laugh and shake her head at him.
"Seriously, just give me two minutes of your time, and then we can have sex."
His gaze narrowed at her as if doubting her word, and Vixen's lips trembled in barely suppressed mirth. "It's just two minutes," she cajoled.
"In my world," Christopher grumbled as he forced himself to a sitting position, "two minutes can be life-changing."
"Then give me fifteen seconds—-"
What the hell could she do with fifteen seconds? Christopher was even more suspicious now, but he nevertheless made himself say, "Fine then. I'll bloody bite. What's the fifteen seconds for?"
"To thank you."
Christopher started. Thank him?
"I didn't realize how much I've isolated myself," Vixen confessed, "until...this."
Fuck.
"I just feel so wonderful and safe with you, it's like..." She bit her lip. "You see, I was almost raped once—-" She saw Christopher whiten, and Vixen said quickly, "There's no need to worry. I did say almost—-"
A startled gasp escaped her as Christopher leaned forward and scooped her back into his lap.
"Tell me everything."
The tautness in his voice made Vixen's heart squeeze. "It's really okay—-"
"It's not fucking okay," Christopher gritted out. "I wish I had been there—-"
She shook her head to cut him off and laid a placating hand on his chest. "I was able to protect myself," she told him simply, "and I was never seriously hurt either."
"And the asshole?"
"Locked behind bars."
"And you are truly okay?" he demanded.
"I am. I promise. But...that's what I've been trying to tell you, too. The only thing it changed in my life was how I've been with...men. For a long time, I was even afraid to smile—-" She stopped speaking when she saw his jaw clench.
"I've seen you smile plenty of times, Vixen." It pained Christopher to point this out, but he felt he had to, and when he saw the way Vixen's lips curved...
"Exactly, Kit. You saw me smiling," she said softly, "because you are the only one who's been able to make me smile."
Christopher struggled to keep his face expressionless. She thought too much of him, dammit, and while he knew there was no better time than now to come clean...
"There was just something different from you about the start, and I couldn't help smiling and laughing around you—-" Her shoulders lifted helplessly. "And that's why I think I've been reborn."