Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
My high rocks through my body, my pussy spasming around his thick cock, only it’s cut short when he loses his hold on me, and my feet fall to the ground. He uses his body to keep me pinned against the brick wall until I find my balance, and then he falls back a step, his face going white as the blood loss starts to take its toll.
“Fuck, Alex,” I grunt, not having realized just how bad it is.
He falls against the brick wall, using it as leverage to keep him up, taking his weight as I scramble for the scraps of my shirt left haphazardly across the dirty alley ground. “Lay down,” I tell him, the guilt eating at me. “I need to apply pressure. You’re losing too much blood.”
I help him down and immediately jam the remnants of my tank against his ribs, hating the hiss of pain that slips between his lips. He reaches up, his fingers grazing across my face. “It’s okay, Mace. It’s just a flesh wound. I’ll be okay.”
“I know, but I can’t handle the idea that I’ve hurt you,” I tell him, grabbing my phone and calling 911, desperate for an ambulance.
“It’s all part of the thrill,” he tells me, trying to play it off.
“New rule,” I say. “Knives are officially a hard-pass.”
“Damn,” he mutters. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
Fifteen minutes later, I hold Alex’s hand as his face turns white, not from the blood loss but from the needle weaving in and out of his skin as he receives his stitches. “Might I ask how you managed a cut like this?” the doctor asks, not appearing to actually care, but doing the bare minimum to be polite.
“Sex injury,” Alex says with a grin, watching as the doctor’s head snaps up. “My girl here has a few kinks that she likes to explore every now and then, but I think we’ll call it quits on knife play for now.”
My face turns bright red, and I squeeze his hand so tight, I’m sure something must be breaking. “Holy shit,” I mutter in embarrassment. “You did not just say that.”
“What?” Alex grunts. “You get to play slice and dice, but I don’t get to be honest about it? Where’s the fairness in that?”
The doctor chuckles. “He has a point.”
Oh, God. Someone kill me now.
I try to zone out and forget about the humiliation of it all when I notice a few of the nurses pausing to glance our way. Seeing me catch their stares, they keep going, but it’s only a matter of time before I find the hospital administration doing the same.
My brows furrow. What’s so interesting about us? I’m sure we’re not the first couple who’ve come in with sex-related injuries. Besides, the doctor hasn’t gone anywhere since he found out, so it couldn’t be that.
A hospital security guard creeps in toward the administration desk, and my heart starts to race. “Umm, how much longer is this going to take?” I ask the doctor.
“Few more minutes,” he says. “I’m just about done.”
I give him a tight smile, and when Alex squeezes my hand, I glance down to find a questioning look on his face, his brows furrowed with concern. “What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
My gaze flicks around the hospital again, and I inch in, lowering my voice. “Everyone is looking this way, and a security guard just started hovering.”
Alex glances toward the administration desk, taking note of the staring nurses and the security guard who just happened to invite a friend to hover with him. He presses his lips into a tight line before shifting his gaze back to me. “You didn’t happen to give them my name when we got here, did you?”
My brows furrowed, unsure why he’d ask me that. “I had to fill out the forms—OH SHIT!”
“Yeah, they ran my name and saw the warrant out for my arrest,” he says, confirming what I just figured out.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I chant. “What do we do?”
His gaze sails back over the onlookers before coming back to mine. “Considering the guards are still hovering, that could only mean the cops aren’t here yet, so we have plenty of time,” he tells me, glancing down to see how far off the doctor is, and noting how he’s completely in his own world, not paying attention to our conversation. “It’s your call, Mace. What do you wanna do?”
“My call?” I grunt. “You’re the one with the brains when it comes to this stuff. What do you wanna do?”
“We could head out to Nat’s place,” he suggests, his lips twisting, clearly not very fond of the idea but trying to play it safe. It didn’t take long for Nat to come around to the idea of us being together, but Alex is still wary of her and hates the fact that she knows a little too much.