Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Did Mallory fail to mention I can’t cook for shit?” she states after I chew the bite of bread that thankfully isn’t trying to choke the shit out of me . “Here, drink this.” I look up, careful to accept anything from the menace to society in the way of a cook. Danica is smart as a fucking whip, a straight-A student in college, and the same can be said for high school. The preliminary background report shows she’s stayed in a women’s shelter until she graduated from high school and six months after. It was only when she got a job with Mallory that she landed the apartment she lives in now, and Mallory’s name is attached to that, too. Danica’s biological dad is nowhere to be seen, and the mother is proving difficult to track down. Her last known address was when Danica was fifteen. I’ve got our private investigator looking into a few more things, and it wasn’t even my idea to run the background check; it was Boston’s. Then Ezra and Parker got on the bandwagon after Sylvester opened his big fat mouth.
“Fuck’s sake, Danica, a warning would have been nice. I’ll tell Mallory to never let you near the stove again,” I say after taking a healthy gulp of water to flush the salt out of my mouth.
“You should have asked me before going around me to get what you want. Which by the way, what is up with that? You only want me to work here, nowhere else. Anyone ever tell you that you’re a bit much?” she states. I stand up, my barstool skidding backwards. I’m going to show her exactly how much I fucking am. I’ll start with my mouth, taking, demanding, and not stopping until she’s breathless. Only when she’s clawing out of her skin with desire will I take things a step further.
“Oh, fairy, you’re about to learn how much I’ve got to give.” I prowl toward her, but she doesn’t so much as take a step backwards. There’s no cowering away from me. If anything, she’s rock fucking steady, nostrils flaring, tits moving up and down with each breath she takes, and nipples showing what she really wants. “I bet if I put my hands down your tight-as-fuck shorts, I’d find you dripping wet.” I’m a step in front of her when one of my hands reaches for the back of her neck while the other pulls up her shirt. My fingers hit skin, and I feel goose bumps pebble her flesh.
“Theo.” Her voice is riddled with desire, her cheeks are flush, and her eyes stay downcast while she watches the back of my hand dance across the front of her stomach, my thumb and pointer finger at the ready to rip the hot-as-fuck shorts down her legs.
“Are you telling me no?” Danica’s stomach quivers beneath my touch.
“Theo,” she repeats my name, softer, holding the same breathlessness she showed earlier.
“I need a response, fairy. You won’t get my mouth on your cunt unless I hear the word yes.” She tips her head up, eyes on mine. There’s a plea on the tip of her tongue, but I won’t take what she’s not willing to offer.
“God, yes, please.” I thumb open her shorts while walking her backwards until she’s pressed up against the refrigerator, pulling on the zipper just as quickly. She wiggles her hips to help the fabric slide downwards, and dear fucking God, I’m not prepared for the sight in front of me. I’m on my knees without any pretenses, my eyes glued to her thong saturated with wetness, and I know her core is just as drenched.
TWELVE
Danica
Theo is devouring me with his eyes, consuming me with the whisper of breath he blows over my core, and it’s a good thing he backed me up where there was a surface to hold me up. Even if the metal is so cold against my back. It helps calm the inferno blazing inside my body.
“Fuck, I’m going to eat this pussy so good, you won’t ever leave.” His thumb sweeps over my clit. The fabric is clinging to my wetness, and there’s no way I’m ever going to recover from this. Theo won’t be like the men in my past—there will be no way I can leave him in the morning light.
“Theo.” I can’t contain the raspy tone of my voice. My head is tipped down, eyes watching him as he slowly moves his thumb to the side. He doesn’t respond. His focus on one thing and one thing only. His thumb slides beneath the band at the apex of my thigh and center, tongue licking my clit through the fabric, and try as I might, I’m unable to keep my eyes from shuttering. One touch, one lick, one taste, and I know there is no way I’m ever going to recover. And Theo has barely scratched the surface.