Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Sorry, we won’t be needing the room. I just got a phone call.” I smile down at her.
She hesitates, then clears her throat, reaching for her card.
“Let’s go.” My hand digs into her hip and I move us away.
“You fuck,” she seethes. “You’ve got some nerve.”
“Keep walking, my love, if you know what’s good for you,” I growl into her ear. My hand leaves her hip to take her cold hand. I don’t trust either of us right now, but I have no intention of dealing with any of this until we’re alone.
Iain pulls up, just as we exit, and the warm night air caresses my face. I jerk open the car door and look down at her.
“Get in, now.” My voice sounds flat. My eyes take in her flushed cheeks, dipping down to her hard nipples.
She shakes her head but obeys, sliding into the back as I follow.
Neither of us talks. Our energy is almost stifling in the car. I want to shake her, kiss her, fuck her so hard she will never think of another man’s cock.
Ruin her.
Then I’ll toss her away. Because she went to get fucked by a stranger. Unbuttoning my suit jacket, I look out the window. The pretty houses of Beverly Hills swirl by, one after another, all trying to compete for best-in-town status.
Why do I feel like I’ve been gut-punched? It’s got to be a control thing. In my subconscious, I wasn’t done with her, so I still want to control her.
“Am I under arrest?” Her voice makes me turn and look at her. “Because you do realize you have no right to interfere with anything I’m doing, right?” she snaps. “You’re not my real daddy, Jett,” she sneers, then turns to look out the window.
“You want to be a whore?” The words echo around us, ugly and dirty.
She gasps, her eyes snapping to mine. “How dare you?” Her voice cracks.
“Dare? I dare anything. That’s not the question. You’re underage, in a place you shouldn’t be, dressed like a whore.” She looks like I’ve slapped her. I loosen my tie.
“I just wanted to get out of the house,” she screams. It ricochets around the car. We stare at each other.
God, I hope Rachel isn’t home. Because she needs her ass spanked.
“You needed to get out of the house?” I cock my head.
“Yes. I have basically been holed up in that room, not that you would know or care.” She bites her bottom lip as I glance over at Iain who’s pulling into my driveway.
“God, whatever, you caught me.” She puts her head back on the leather seat. “I just wanted to get out, have some fun, and maybe not think about you.” She puts her hands over her face.
And for a second, I just sit, letting her words swirl around me. She’s fearless, breathtaking, and manipulative.
Which makes her dangerous.
This might have started out as a game, a moment of weakness on my part, wanting the forbidden fruit, but now… I’m not thinking rationally.
“Goddammit,” I mutter, throwing the door open. This shit is the very reason I don’t have relationships. It’s why Rachel is my fiancée.
No feelings.
No drama.
Nothing but respect for each other’s accomplishments.
Not this.
Not feeling like I may do bodily harm to anyone who dares to look, touch, or breathe near her. Christ, you need to get your ass upstairs and fuck Rachel. Leave Raven. She can find her way back to her room.
Seconds tick by as I fight a battle that’s pointless. But I know who and what I am, and as long as I’m able to sleep at night, that’s all that matters.
One delicate leg steps out, followed by another when I reach my hand out to her. She looks at it, and just like the day we first met in the kitchen, she makes me wait, as if she, too, is trying to stop this madness.
But this is beyond madness. It’s fucking mayhem.
Leave her, plays over and over in my head like a broken record, until I feel her hand in mine. Electric energy makes my fingers tingle. I bring her close and inhale her scent.
She pulls back, and our eyes collide, do battle. If I was obsessed before, I’m now barely able to keep myself in check.
“Jett—” The floodlights spill on, lighting up the entire front part of the property. Rachel steps out, a cigarette in her hand.
“What the hell?” She looks at Raven, then me. I don’t know how much she saw, if anything.
“I ran into Raven at the bar. I brought her home.” I shut the door as Iain pulls the car around the back toward the garage.
“You expect me to believe that?” she spits.
“It’s true.” Raven rolls her eyes at her mother as she walks up the steps.
“You’re stalking him, aren’t you?” She goes to follow her, but I grab her arm.