Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Egged on by his demon, he kissed her harder, possessing her mouth until she melted against him. A growl rumbled in his chest and poured down her throat. She shivered a little, digging her fingers harder into his arms.
He was still furious that she’d allowed the other male to touch her; that she’d wanted it; that she’d even been able to tolerate another man’s touch. Hell, his demon wouldn’t even tolerate another woman’s flirtations—it had snarled at the blonde who’d kept strolling past Keenan’s table, flashing him sultry smiles.
He’d kept his distance from Khloé at first, not wanting her to realize he was watching over her. But the moment he’d sensed that the asshole at her side meant to kiss her, he’d shot out of his seat. There was no way Keenan could have watched that. No way he wouldn’t have sucker-punched the other male for tasting her.
Keenan had not only lost the fight to stay away from her, he’d willfully lost it. He just hadn’t realized it until right at that very moment when someone else moved to kiss her.
He hadn’t been able to stop himself from intervening. Hadn’t been able to resist getting her alone so he could take her again and make it clear to his little imp that her body was off-limits to every male but him.
Now, within the confines of his jeans, his cock throbbed at the scorching heat of her pussy pressed against him. “Need to be in you.” Wicked fast, he snapped open his fly, freed his dick, slipped on a condom, and lifted her. The moment she wrapped her legs around his waist, he lined up the broad head to the slick entrance of her pussy. “This is going to be fast and rough, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? That’s what you are. My baby.” He yanked her down hard, slamming her onto his dick, forcing her to take every inch. She sucked in a breath, digging her nails into his back through his tee.
He groaned as her inferno hot pussy tightened and rippled around him. “So fucking good. Have you missed my cock?”
“It’s your only redeeming quality,” she all but snarled. His demon chuckled.
“That’s probably true.” Gripping her ass tight, Keenan hammered into her. Brutal. Savage. Merciless. Loving the prick of her nails, her husky little moans, and the erotic sound of flesh slapping flesh.
She was small, but she took all of him, demanding more, harder, faster. He gave her what she asked for, needing it just as much as she did.
He hated that there was a condom between them. He wanted to feel her, skin to skin; wanted to pump every ounce of his come inside her. One day, he thought. He’d take her without a condom one day.
Out of control, he relentless powered into her. The spicy, delectable taste of the sexual energy spilling from her spurred him on. He breathed it in, absorbed it into his system, took her inside him. Nothing tasted better than her. Nothing.
He wanted her to walk out of the break room with her lips swollen from his kisses, smelling of him and sex. He wanted people to understand that she was now officially off-limits.
He couldn’t yet do as his demon demanded and claim her as his mate—it was too soon for that. Neither she nor Keenan were ready for it. But they were now in a relationship whether she liked it or not, and he wouldn’t be sharing her with others. He delivered that message with every hard, territorial thrust.
Khloé dug her heels into his lower back, moaning at the feel of his dick furiously ramming into her over and over, winding her tight as a damn drum. He rutted on her—there was no other word for it. He kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, grunting and growling like a wild animal. All that raw sexual aggression only made her hotter.
Her demon relished it, wanting more. Only more. It was greedy for whatever he would give.
His hands clutched her ass tight, digging his fingers so hard into her flesh that she knew he’d leave bruises. She didn’t care. Didn’t care that he was leaving suckling little bites of ownership on her neck. She only cared about the orgasm that was so close.
Every cell in her body seemed coiled tight with a tension that just kept on building and building. She was going to come so damn hard … if only he’d let her.
She licked her lips. “Keenan.” What she’d intended to be a demand came out sounding more like a plea for mercy.
His teeth nipped her neck. “I know what you want.” He shifted his angle so that he was hitting her sweet spot with every hard, perfect thrust. “Come for me.”
She imploded as a shockingly powerful orgasm smashed into her system. Her eyes went blind. Her back arched like a bow. A scream tore out of her throat, but Keenan swallowed it as he closed his mouth over hers. He thrust harder, faster, rougher.