Total pages in book: 238
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 231781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1159(@200wpm)___ 927(@250wpm)___ 773(@300wpm)
His eyes hardened, filled with pride.
“She’s a fucking Viking,” he said. “And I won’t have anyone else.”
My heart sank a moment as I looked at Em, because it was all true. Nothing else mattered. If it killed us, she was the one. In that moment, I didn’t care about her sins, if anyone else had touched her besides me, or that we were both our own worst enemies.
That was my girl, scarred, tattered soul, and all. She was beautiful.
Alex stood up, her body rigid as she slowly backed up, and Aydin rose, too, his gaze locked on her.
Bringing his and my hands up to his mouth, he worked the belt loose with his teeth, and Alex breathed so hard I could hear it as she continued to retreat.
The belt loosened, and I pulled at it, finally freeing my left hand as both of us turned to our other arms and untied ourselves.
Aydin growled, unable to free himself, and Alex gasped as he ripped the hook out of the wall and charged for her. She scurried into the bathroom, and he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her into his.
“Touch me,” he panted over her mouth.
She broke down, closing her eyes and sobbing. “Not now,” she cried. “Not after everything. How could you do this now?”
He buried his mouth in her neck, holding her head to his body and squeezing her tight.
I looked at Emmy, her eyes rimmed with tears that hadn’t fallen. She stood up and backed away from me, and I advanced, gazing at her naked shoulders and the straps laying lazily down her arms.
She ran, I caught her, and the next thing I knew we had all stumbled into the shower, a chaos of arms and legs as I twisted the knob. I turned on the water, drenching and trapping her as my mouth covered hers. I slipped my tongue between her lips, caressing her tongue, and the heat cascading right down to my groin as I pressed her into the wall and moved over her soft, full lips.
“Take it, Emory,” Aydin told her next to us. “Let him touch you everywhere.”
I stared down into her eyes, almost amused that he thought he still had any power over her. “Let him try to stop me,” I challenged and then asked her, “You ready for this?”
“Unless you’re telling me to fasten my seatbelt,” she fired back, “shut up, Will.”
I grinned, ripping off her shorts, tearing her bra from her body, and twisting her around, pulling her panties down to her thighs.
She whimpered, and I reached around, cupping her throat as I took off her glasses, setting them on the soap dish, and breathed into her ear. “This isn’t young love anymore,” I told her, pressing her tits into the shower wall. “It’s not a crush. This is a man who’s long overdue in showing you what he can do.”
And I slammed my mouth down on hers again and ripped open my jeans.
Will
Seven Years Ago
My mom shouted from downstairs, and I heard male voices as footfalls hit the stairs.
My door whipped opened, and I popped my head up, looking over my shoulder as I laid on my stomach on the bed.
I blinked several times, seeing Kai standing in my doorway in khaki cargo shorts and no shirt.
“You get in and you don’t call us?” he snipped.
My head pounded, and I rolled over, groaning. College was bad for me. I’d never been so hungover.
Someone else pushed through the door, and then I heard Damon’s voice. “Damn. I thought he’d at least have company.”
They walked in, and I looked over at the clock, seeing it was 10:13 a.m.
“What the hell, Will?” Kai growled. “It’s been months. You get into town, you let us know.”
“It’s been like ten weeks,” I griped, reaching over for a cigarette on my nightstand. “We were all just in Miami for spring break. Jesus.”
Kai came over and snatched the cigarette out of my mouth before I could light it, and then walked into the bathroom, turning on the faucet.
I shot him a look. “And I just got in last night,” I pointed out. “Late.”
I hadn’t had time to get in touch with anyone yet. They’d all been home a couple of weeks on summer break already, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of returning until my mom called and laid on the guilt trip. Apparently everyone was lost without me, and if I didn’t show up, so she wouldn’t have to deal with Damon and Kai coming by every day, she’d cut off my credit card.
Of course, she was teasing. I was her good boy.
Although I’d barely made it through my first year at Princeton, and I wasn’t looking forward to that conversation. I hated disappointing my parents. The letter from my advisor loomed on my nightstand, because I’d skipped too many classes and was failing a couple of gen ed classes.