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)
But the problem was...
He wanted to see Lily naked. Needed it actually, because after watching her dance with all those bastards had nearly driven him out of his mind with jealousy—-
He needed to know that she was his in a way that no other man in this ship had earned the right to say.
And this was it.
Lily might have been the belle of the ball the entire night, but one look at her stunned expression earlier told Sword that letting a man hold her waist while dancing to Ed Fucking Sheeran was the closest she had gone to doing the deed.
One look at her face, and Sword had known that she had yet to feel a man's lips graze her skin.
One look at her face, and Sword had known he would do everything in his power to keep it that way.
One look...and Sword finally realized this was the answer to one of life's greatest questions. Or his life at least. The first time he and Lily played Tetris against each other, he had deliberately let her win as a whim, and after that, he had simply let her win all the other games because Lily always looked damn cute when gloating.
So that whim that had James deliberately losing...he finally understood where it came from. That whim was a work of fate...just like Lily was fated to be his.
RUN, LILY, RUN!
But even as the words echoed endlessly in her mind, Lily just couldn't make herself move as she felt Sword slowly approach her from behind. She was frozen in place and barely able to breathe as Sword's fingers gently gathered her hair and placed it over her shoulder.
Since he had always treated her like she was one of the boys, this gentleness nearly undid Lily, and her body started to burn and tremble. She sensed him bending close, just closer and closer until his breath had the hairs on her nape standing, and Lily had to swallow back a whimper.
Sword slowly ran the zipper of Lily's dress down and saw her body start to shiver. Every so often, the tips of his fingers would graze the bare skin of her back, and he would see her jerk as if his touch had burned him.
By the time the gown fell silently to form a pool of ruby-red silk around her feet, Sword had to force himself to step back, his dick already on another rampage as he waited tensely for her to turn around.
But she didn't.
Lily, without once looking back, threw herself in the oversized leather chair, and Sword could only grin as Lily swiveled the seat around to keep herself hidden from his view.
"Guess I'm not the only one who can play dirty," Sword drawled.
"Speak for yourself," Lily retorted even as the words stung enough to have her cheeks turn pink. "I'm playing smart. There's a difference, you know."
"Riiight." When Sword returned to his seat, he was even more amused to see Lily with her knees pulled up so damn close to her chest that the only thing he could see were the sides of her breasts.
Not the sight he was hoping for obviously, but it was still delectable enough to have Sword glancing at Lily every so often until...
"Fuck."
Lily chortled with delight, and overjoyed at winning the second round, she had already started to raise her arms to when she saw the way Sword was watching her with gleaming dark eyes—-
Shit!
Lily quickly lowered her arms back to her sides and made a face at Sword's chuckle.
"It's not a crime to admire the view, kid."
For the first time ever, Lily couldn't muster up any resentment at the way he still insisted on addressing her as 'kid'. It was almost like a joke, anyway. No way he was still thinking of her as a kid when he was back to staring at her breasts.
But lest she forget...
She tossed him a smile, saying, "Pants off, please." She was hoping this would make Sword blanch or make him look like a clown, but instead the jerk only smiled lazily at her as he came to his feet.
Lily's inhibitions kicked in the moment she saw him reach for his zipper, but pride forced her to keep watching...
Oh shit.
The pants were gone, and so had all her thoughts. Her plan to embarrass him had completely backfired. With Sword now wearing nothing below the waist save for a sleek pair of black briefs, Lily was the one who was red-faced and discomfited at how enormous the bulge of his arousal was...and how she simply could not stop staring.
Oh, this was bad.
Really bad.
And she was right.
Lily was distracted the entire third round, and no matter how desperately hard she tried to concentrate, it was clear almost from the start who was going to win...and it was not her.
This time, Sword didn't even bother to mince words.