Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Not today.
Not now.
Here, in our home, there was no Hunter.
No sharing or jealousy or circuses.
Just us as I stepped toward the shower door and cracked it open.
My legs locked as my eyes drank in the most delicious sight.
My core clenched as Nicholas worked himself. With his eyes closed and head under the pouring stream, he didn’t hear me as his stomach tensed and his fist pumped his cock.
He stroked himself painfully hard, jerking up and down with punishing speed. Thighs spread wide, back rippling with energy as he stroked himself to a release.
Oh God.
Every part of me melted.
Seeing him self-pleasure.
Watching him masturbate...
The act set fire to my blood, and moisture gathered between my legs.
I couldn’t speak as he groaned softly, barely audible over the spray of water. His hips thrust into his hand, so close to making himself come.
I didn’t want him to come.
I wanted to be the one who did that. I wanted to take him again, to make him a part of me. If he climaxed now, it would siphon down the drain and be an empty release. With me, it could be a new beginning.
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, “Don’t.”
He froze for a millisecond before spinning to face me, his hand still around his cock and eyes flared. His stomach muscles, so smooth and defined, caught rivulets of water, turning the droplets into a merry-go-round of swirls and lines before journeying down his powerful legs.
My breathing turned shallow.
He...he’s stunning.
How could he keep his sexuality hidden beneath a drab lab coat? How had I ever been so stupid not to notice?
“What the fuck, Ella? Get out.” He tried to cover himself with his other hand, flinching a little as he battled not to finish.
He was close.
I knew that now because he’d come in me twice.
I knew his tells.
I knew his triggers.
I also knew that if I answered him—if I spoke a single word, he’d most likely throw me out of the bathroom and never speak to me again.
So...I dropped to my knees.
I opened my mouth.
And I looked up at him, kneeling on the bathmat as the shower spritzed me from the open door. My nipples pebbled. My chest rose and fell with nerves, but my eyes never left Nick’s. I didn’t look at his hard cock. I didn’t drop my stare. If I did, the spell would be broken. And I had every intention of weaving whatever magic I could around him so he forgot about his stupid nobility not to be with me. Forgot that he wanted to push me away. Forgot why love was the worst pain in the world but also the pain I would gladly pay to deserve him.
Gritting his teeth, his eyes dropped to my parted lips. “You shouldn’t be in here.” Brimstone flared in his hazel gaze, turning them a vibrant green with lust. His thighs twitched, and his cock jerked in his fist. Tension thickened around us. So, so much tension. Sharp and slicing, prickly and poignant.
Desire crippled me.
Need corrupted me.
“Are you going to say anything?” he snarled.
I merely lowered my chin and licked my lips.
“Jesus Christ.” He sucked in a breath as his gaze dropped from my mouth to his cock.
I waited for him to kick me out. To revert back to the icy bastard from before, already choking on tears of his denial.
But then...
He stepped closer.
“Fuck,” he growled, his control snapping. “I hate you for this. Hate you for making me lose control.”
He ducked just enough to cup my chin with a wet hot hand and tipped my head back. With his teeth clenched and his cock weeping precum, he ran his thumb over my bottom lip and pushed down. “You want me, Ella? Then open fucking wide.”
I let him hook his thumb over my bottom lip and shove my jaw down.
I let him tower over me.
And I let him rub the crown of his cock all over my lips, painting me in salt and water.
“Fucking hell.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, then pushed his length along my tongue. “Suck me. Drink down my cum like a good little girl.”
I moaned as he fed me every inch he could.
“I’ll never forgive you for this,” he groaned, his voice rumbling with earthquakes and destruction as I closed my lips around his velvety hardness, doing my best not to choke as he pressed against the back of my throat. “Never, do you hear me?”
True tears pricked my eyes, but I sniffed them back and reached for him. I went to squeeze him, but he slapped my hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
Dropping my arm, I looked up the length of his perfect body. Our eyes caught, and just like last night, the harsh unreadability in his gaze fractured until every need, every wicked, monstrous feeling glowed.
And then, shadows overtook him as he embraced the Dominant he always hid from. “Hold on to my ankles. Now.”