Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81581 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Letty…”
The voice is all wrong.
“I need to call you a cab. Right now. Or else…” A groan. “Or else I think we’re both going to regret this in the morning.”
When I drag my eyes open, I realize I’m practically in Sean’s lap. My lips are pressed against his throat with my fingers tangled in his hair. He has a death grip on my ass. The erection poking into my thigh tells me he really wants me and is barely holding back.
“Shit!” I groan and scramble out of his lap. “I…this…”
“Cab,” he says huskily and climbs out of the booth. “God…you have no idea how hard it will be to put you in that car and watch you drive away with this raging problem.” He gestures to his cock through his jeans, and a giggle escapes me. This causes him to chuckle too. “Laugh it up, angel. Let’s go before we get ourselves kicked out of here.”
I vaguely remember him slapping down a wad of cash and ushering me into a cab. Just when he’s helping me inside, I hear heavy footsteps. Then, a pop followed by a groan. The car door on the opposite side opens up, but I’m already blacking out. My address is hissed from a familiar voice beside me the moment the car door slams shut. The cab begins to move, but all I can think about are the strong fingers stroking through my hair. The rugged, masculine scent filling my nostrils.
“Shhh,” the voice whispers in a possessive way. “I have you now.”
Who had me before?
Better yet, who has me now?
His gentle caresses send me right into a slumber without a care in the world.
I have you now.
Sometimes love isn’t black or white. Sometimes love isn’t even in color.
For me, love is red.
Bloody, dripping, bright, and crimson.
Violent.
Messy but brilliant against my otherwise dull world.
“Tell me you love me,” Vaughn murmurs, the slight stubble on his chin dragging along my lower belly. “Tell me.”
When our eyes meet, his are bloodshot but not angry. No, right now, he’s in a rare mood. Contemplative and borderline sweet. Just Vaughn. Not the unhinged man he’s slowly evolved into.
“I love you.” Because right now, I do love him. In this exact moment, it’s true. My love for Vaughn changes. Rises and sets like the sun based on his moods. When he’s warm and shining his bright smile upon me, I bask in all that’s him. But when he clouds himself from me and his features darken, my love flickers and dims. Sometimes my love fades away completely.
“You know I wish it could be like this always,” he says in a whisper before kissing my hipbone. “I wish my life wasn’t fucked-up chaos.”
Boy, do I wish that too.
“You have me,” I tell him with a smile. My entire body is humming with energy. I want him, just like always. Even when he makes me hate him. I always want him.
His grey-colored eyes turn to hard steel, causing a shiver of anxiety to skitter up my spine. “Of course I have you. I’ll always have you.”
Not always.
Not when you take away my last breath.
That time is coming.
As if to read my thoughts, he roughly parts my knees. I’m naked and wet and my body accommodates his. Like always. He pushes his thickness inside of me while gripping my thighs. The cold steel in his eyes softens just a bit as he regards my quivering frame. I’m shaking with equal parts desire and fear. The concoction that only Vaughn Brecks can mix up.
His mouth meets mine and his powerful body rubs against me with every thrust. I’m powerless with this man. He’s the wicked storm, and I’m nothing but a piece of debris swept up in him. I float in his wake, following him along his path of destruction.
“Sweet Letty,” he murmurs against my mouth as his strong hand curls around the front of my throat. My heart rate quickens in my chest, but I don’t stop him. You don’t stop Vaughn. You simply let it happen. “You’re mine. Always mine. Nothing will ever change that.” His fingers dig into my pale flesh as he squeezes. My breath becomes lodged in my throat with nowhere to escape to. His soft lips hover over mine as he fucks me while squeezing the ever-loving hell out of my neck. Once upon a time, I fought him. And in those stories, I always lost. But when I don’t fight. When I give in to the darkness that swallows me whole. When I let Vaughn do whatever it is he wants to do. I’m free. My mind detaches from my body and drifts off to somewhere else. Someplace dark and warm. No confusing red. No color. Just muted grey and mine.
“Letty.”
When I come to, his grip is gone. His eyes flicker briefly with concern before he chases it away with satisfaction. He’s on his knees between my thighs and no longer inside me. Thick, warm cum coats my belly and runs down my side, wetting the bed below. I don’t remember him finishing. I certainly don’t remember coming.