Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Overwhelmed by You (Tear Asunder #2) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Nashoda Rose |
| Language: | English |
Love is ugly and secrets will destroy you. KAT I don’t beg. I don’t cry. And I don’t give second chances. Ream, the lead guitarist of the rock band Tear Asunder, deserves a gold medal for best dick move ever when he ran the moment he discovered my secret after two days of hot sex. Then he brings some chick to my coming home party from the hospital—after being shot. I hate him. REAM Sex is ugly. It’s using someone for your own narcissistic pleasure. I did it, but hated it—until her. She was unfuckinexpected. Then I had to wreck our beginning with my screwed up past. I don’t deserve her, but I’m selfish and I’m taking her anyway. This is who I am and it’s too late to change me. *Warning contains violence, sexual content, and coarse language. Some scenes may be triggers. Mature audiences 18+ | |
| Books in Series: | Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose |
| Books by Author: | Nashoda Rose Books |
I swung the statue down onto his skull again and again.
The sound of crushing bone crackled throughout the room.
Blood splattered my green T-shirt like a mist of rain.
I didn’t care. Not one bit.
He destroyed her.
He deserved this.
Images of the bruises on her arms, the puncture marks, blurred my vision.
She watched me kill him.
Sitting on the floor, dazed with a glassy look in her eyes.
This was my fault.
I let this happen to her. I didn’t protect her.
I threw the statue aside. It made a loud thud as it hit the wood floor, and she jerked. I glanced at the needles on the bedside table. The yellow elastic band.
I was glad he was dead.
I strode over to her, picked her frail, weightless body up, and ran.
Her beauty was wilting. My angel. I had done that.
Ream
“Babe … You’re going to fuckin’ kill me.” Body tightening, I groaned as my dick jerked in her mouth. “Ahh, Christ.” She withdrew then circled the tip with her tongue as her hand cupped my balls, only to slide a finger down further to caress between my butt cheeks. Holy fuck, I’d never been blowed like this before—ever. Shit, who was I kidding? I never let a woman have this kind of control over me. If I had … I didn’t like to remember it.
The heat of her mouth surrounded me again, and she slowly took all of me until her lips touched my balls. I nearly came right then as I swore beneath my breath, my fingers fisting in her hair.
“Baby.”
Her silky moisture felt like I was wrapped in velvet. She slowly slid back and my hands curled into the sheet as the pressure increased until I slipped from her mouth. She took a breath then swallowed me again. I was so turned on, I couldn’t even think straight. Watching her take me like that … God, how the fuck did I ever get off before her?
Her head bobbed up and down faster, then harder, and all I could hear was her sweet mouth sucking my cock like it was her Popsicle.
I closed my eyes. Jesus, I never wanted it to end.
Harder. Suck me, harder.
My eyes flew open and I stiffened. No. Don’t ruin this. Fuck.
But it always did.
Be good and it won’t hurt.
I was breathing too hard. I was too tense. It would hurt more if I was tense.
Smack.
Ask me for more.
No. No, more.
Smack.
Ask me nicely.
Mo … re. Plea … se.
Fuck no. Jesus, why?
Because I hated this and I needed to end it and get the fuck out—fast. Letting her go down on me was a mistake. I never let a chick put her mouth me. Shit, what had I been thinking? I thought it might be different after spending two weeks with her. I liked her, damn it. But I couldn’t do this.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. “Get off me.”
Her magnetic blue eyes widened, and I felt her hand jerk on my cock. “What?”
“I said get the fuck off me.” My hands tightened on her shoulders and I felt the familiar sickness rolling in my stomach. I had to get the hell out of here. I should’ve never done this with her. I didn’t do sweet and slow; I did fast and hard and I was out of there before the bullshit barreled into me.
I went to roll out from under her, but she found my hand that had a death grip on the sheet. Her fingers slowly pried open my fist, and then she entwined them with mine and squeezed.
I looked down at her and for a moment I thought maybe I could … “No.” I said the word, but didn’t move.
She lowered her head, but kept her eyes on me while her tongue teased the head of my cock. She kissed it, gentle and tender, something I’d never had before. And I wanted it, but chicks sucking my cock was off limits. It was them having power that let the demons in.
I groaned as her tongue flicked over the sensitive tip. My fingers dug into her flesh and I fought the need to throw her away from me and, at the same time, push her head down on my cock, forcing her to take me deeper.
“I want to taste you. Come for me,” she said.
I couldn’t. Not like this. She had too much of me already. Fuck this. Screw all of it. I pushed her off me and her hand slipped from my cock as she fell to the side.
“Ream?”
I ignored her as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I went to get up when her arms came around my neck.
“What do you need?”
“To leave.” I reached down for my jeans lying on the floor. This was stupid. I should’ve never hooked up with her. She was my bandmate’s girl’s best friend.
I went to stand when she grabbed my arm and pulled me back until I lay on the bed. “Jesus. I don’t want to fuck you, Kat.” I knew it was a lie because I wanted to fuck this girl bad.
I’d spent two weeks with her at the farm waiting for news about Emily and Logan. We’d unpacked all the boxes, painted the rooms, fixed fences for the horse paddocks, even planted flowers in the garden. Okay, she did that, I watched while drinking a beer.
There was no question Kat was hot—long legs, blonde, beautiful bright blue eyes, and she had this angled jaw that made her look hard and intense, but Kat was … fun. Despite the emotional worry that we both felt for our friends, Kat wasn’t a sobbing mess. Shit, I never once saw her cry.
When we’d met at the bar the night Emily was kidnapped, I’d seen her from the stage and my first thought was she looked like a snobby bitch. But she was hot, so I wanted to fuck her. Probably would’ve if shit hadn’t hit the fan with Emily.
I’d found out over the next two weeks that Kat was nothing like I’d labelled her. Fuck, the girl had a strength inside her that surpassed my own. And that made me want to fuck her more.