Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He’s dead.
I peer around the corner as I watch.
She sees him and her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Shut up, slut.” He sneers.
“Go to Hell,” he snaps and as she turns to go back into the room he grabs her arm. I step forward and then she pushes him hard and he flies back.
I wait to see what happens. She follows him out into the hall and pushes him again.
Huh? What the fuck is she doing?
She grabs him by the throat and rams him hard up against the wall.
What the…? I blink my eyes to see if I am imagining this. He grabs her around the throat and she quickly does some practiced move and flips him onto his back.
She slams his head hard up against the floor as she begins to choke him with her forearm across his throat.
He struggles as he tries to get up and yet she has him pinned down hard.
“What are you doing here?” she sneers.
“Go to Hell.” He growls.
“You have no fucking idea who you are dealing with.” She punches him hard in the face.
“I heard your little plan last night, asshole,” she yells as she bends and grabs him by the hair and slams it back on the floor. “This is your first and only warning. You go near Mac… You even think about Mac…” She pushes him again. “You even look his fucking way and I will kill you.”
“You’re crazy like him.” He growls as he tries to scramble to his feet to escape her attack.
She kicks him and he falls back onto the floor.
My eyes are wide. What in the fuck is going on here?
“I haven’t forgotten that cheap hit you laid on my jaw the first night I was here.”
“I will do it again,” he retorts.
She laughs out loud as she knees him hard. “Bring it.” She pauses. “Pussy boy isn’t so tough when he’s on his own.”
I feel my cock harden.
She pushes him forward and he falls back over. “I’m watching you.”
He scrambles on his hands and knees to escape her.
“Go near Mac and I promise, I will kill you.”
He stands and runs down the hall and up the stairs, and after running her fingers through her hair, Rosh turns and walks back casually into our room, closing the door behind her.
I stand still, my mind in overdrive.
Who the hell is she?
* * *
Rosh
I bend and wash my legs. I’m pissed off. When I woke this morning Mac wasn’t here, and I know for a fact he had the day off. Where is that gutless wonder?
He has run, scared stiff, all because we had a moment last night? It wasn’t even the sex. Mind you, the sex was fucking awesome. There was a ten-minute window beforehand.
I stare into space as I remember it
“I’ve never felt it. I have no idea what I would need to do to make someone feel loved,” he said. He’s never loved anyone.
Why?
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slid against each other.
“A gift?” I asked.
“Of making me forget where I am—Who I am”
Why does he want to forget who he is?
I roll my eyes in disgust at myself for feeling all attached this morning. It was just sex. Really, really great sex. It means nothing. I need to concentrate on the plan and not the monster cock I’m sleeping with.
The bathroom door opens and he comes into sight. “Morning,” he says as his eyes drop down my body.
“Morning,” I reply as I continue washing myself. “Where did you go?”
“I got you some breakfast.”
I smile. “Thanks.”
He leans with his behind on the bathroom cabinet and he folds his arms in front of him as if thinking about something. I continue to shower and my eyes flicker back to him. He has this air about him. It’s cynical and smart ass all rolled into one.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
A cold emotion I am unfamiliar with crosses his face. “Why would anything be wrong?” he asks sarcastically.
I shrug. God, he’s acting weird. “You tell me.”
He continues to watch me and his smug attitude is starting to piss me off. “Are you getting in?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
“Look. You either get in with me or you can get out, don’t start your mind game bullshit.”
He stands in an outrage. “Mind game bullshit?” he snaps. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, if you have something to say, either say it or get out.”
“I’m not in here for a conversation.” He sneers.
“What are you here for then?”
“I’m looking at the ass I’m about to fuck.” He growls.
Oh the hide. “Well get your dick out and put it to use.”
He rips his shirt over his head angrily. “You piss me off.”
I smirk. “Ditto.”
He rips his pants off and throws them to the side and then he is on me. Before I can reply, he has me lifted and impaled on his cock. I cry out as he pins me against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist. His dark eyes watch my lips and his mouth hangs slack. Oh God. My eyes close at the overwhelming feeling of his claiming. He slams into me and lifts me back and forth onto him.