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)
We were so good together.
I’m furious with him, furious for him taking me, furious with his seduction, furious for letting myself fall for it.
All of it.
He had to go back.
What a crock of shit. If he cared for me, he wouldn’t have left.
He would have stayed and fought because the fight will come to me. It always does.
I lie back and stare at the ceiling as the sound of silent regret hangs around me.
Jiggle, jiggle.
What’s that? I look to the door and see the handle move.
Someone’s trying to get in.
I stand and walk over to the door and watch the handle jiggle again in the darkness.
Someone is trying to get in.
16
I stand back, wondering what I should do. What am I going to do?
Shit. I race over, pick up the gun, and shuffle behind the door. The lock clicks as if a key has been used, and then a figure comes into view. I frown as I try to focus.
I know that silhouette.
“Stace?”
“Hey.” He sighs.
“What the fuck are you doing? You scared me half to death,” I whisper angrily.
He turns to me in the semi-lit room, takes the gun from my hands and lays it on the desk.
I watch him for a moment as he stares at me, despite the darkness.
“I don’t know how to do it,” he murmurs.
“Do what?”
He hesitates. “Walk away from you.”
I smile softly. “I hope you never learn,” I whisper.
Then he is on me, his large lips over mine, his hands roaming up and down my naked body.
“Did you miss me?” he whispers.
“No.” I smile against his lips. “I decapitated your voodoo doll.”
“Smart ass,” he breathes against my lips with a smile. He picks me up and throws me onto the bed. I bounce as a thrill of excitement runs through me. He’s in that mood—the crazy, fuck-all-night mood he gets in.
“Where have you been?” I ask.
He rips his shirt over his shoulders. “In the bar trying to make myself leave.”
I smile and bite my bottom lip as I watch his pants slide down his legs. He’s semi-hard and my eyes linger on his groin.
Oh, he’s just so…
He walks around to the side of the bed as he watches me from above. “Legs open,” he snaps.
I lie on my back and spread my legs, and he smiles darkly as his eyes linger on my sex.
“There she is,” he whispers in wonder. He spreads me wide with his fingers so he can see everything, and I close my eyes. No matter how often he looks at me like this, it always seems too intimate, too close for what we are supposed to be.
He bends and licks my flesh and I see his cock harden instantly. His eyes meet mine as he bites my clitoris, forcing me to nearly jump from the bed.
Oh dear God, he’s good at this.
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers before his lips lower down to suck me. His eyes close in pleasure and my knees start to lift off the bed by themselves. Oh God. My body starts to quiver and he grabs my thighs in both hands, pushing them back to the mattress.
“Open.” He growls. “I want it all. Give it to me.”
He bites me again and my back arches off the bed. He starts to really eat me—face whiskers, pleasure and pain—and all I can do is hold on to the back of his head and whimper. He takes his fingers and slides three in. I flinch.
“Ouch, take it easy,” I whisper.
“No,” he answers as he starts to really give it to me hard.
His fingers pump in and out and the bed starts to hit the wall with force.
Holy… fucking fuck. My insides start to liquefy.
He watches me as he gently kisses my inner thigh, but his fingers continue to rip aggressively into my sex. The sound of my wet body sings loudly through the air.
In, out, round and round, and I’m going out of my head in pleasure.
He licks me again and I start to quiver when he pulls all fingers out immediately.
“Roll over. I want you on your knees,” he commands.
I frown. “Huh?” What for?
I shuffle over and he pulls my knees farther apart.
“Lean down onto your elbows.”
I drop to my elbows and he kisses each of my ass cheeks tenderly as his hand gently trails up and cups my breasts.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself. He runs his whiskers softly back and forth over my behind.
My eyes close.
Jeez, I would never let anyone do something like this to me before. What has he turned me into?
A crazy sex maniac, that’s what.
He gently pulls my cheeks apart and then I feel his hot tongue burn my behind.
Oh…
I close my eyes tight as my mouth hangs open. This is not my style, but holy hell if it isn’t the hottest thing I have ever experienced.