Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Eyes move over us, but not one person whispers a word as I move us through the living room. They’re at least smart in that aspect.
“Priest!” Luna yelps, much like you’d imagine a chihuahua to sound. It’d be cute if she was, but she isn’t.
I need to remember that she isn’t.
We hit the top of the staircase, bypassing the art she's tried looking at so often, before shoving her through my bedroom door.
I drag her body down against mine until she’s at eye level. With my hand on her throat, I slam her against the door to close it. Her chest rises and falls, the hatred brewing deep. Time has magnified her beauty, but there’s something else. Even in rage, something more primal rocks every exchange we have.
Loosening my grip, I lower her to the floor.
“Why the fuck did you come tonight?” That something has always been a distraction, and now it's become undeniable with her in my face constantly.
Her lips part, but she pauses, unsure what to say. “I don’t know. I was with the girls.”
“Oh, is that right?” I raise my brows, my sarcasm barely noticeable. “And who invited you?”
Her gaze flicks between my face and chest, a painful tune of silence that only seems to charge the tension. Too locked in the tempestuous storm in her eyes, I don’t notice her moving until the heat of her palm sends currents of electricity over my chest. Her fingers spider over my skin, as if weaving her own web. A growl forms deep in my chest, but she must feel it anyway because she focuses back on me. The longer we’re near one another, the more dangerous we become. As if threatening to bear the wounds that all the sharp words we’ve exchanged over the years caused.
I stop her hand before it reaches the side of my neck, reminded why I’m here and who she is.
“Jesus.” Her words are soft. “What is wrong with you.”
My hand slides down the wall, bringing our bodies close until her nipples harden against my chest. Such a fucking tiny thing. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I don’t care anymor—” I force her up the door by the back of her neck until her legs dangle in the air. She doesn’t fight, but her expression lies flat and unreadable. So fucking stubborn.
The tip of my nose skims hers as I hold her up by her ass. “Remember what happened the last time we fucked, Madness?” My lips brush hers when I lean forward. The fragility of her softness is suffocating. “Relax, Madness. Did I kill you?”
“Almost.” she feeds me her words, teasing what she tasted like that night. No panic. No fear.
My cock hardens against my zipper.
I kiss the words over hers. “Almost isn’t yes.”
Her mouth parts, her tongue caressing my lower lip’s edge. I laugh softly. Where most would run, she presses closer, her body meeting mine and shattering the last of my fragile restraint. “We shouldn’t do this. People get hurt when we’re together.”
“I don’t care.” I spread her legs with my thigh and bring my other hand to her front, sliding up the smooth surface of her skin until my fingertips reach the lace of her underwear. “How many times did you fuck yourself to me?”
She gasps, and my brain turns to mud when my finger caresses the smooth skin of her pussy. “Did you think of that night? How you begged me to fuck you into death the same way you’d seen me do to others.” My hand covers her as I begin slow strokes over her clit.
Her head crashes back against the door. “Priest, please…stop. I—”
“Stop? Why, Madness?” My index finger dips inside her mound with lazy strokes. “Is it because you’re not sure if you’ll still be the only girl who has ever fucked me and lived to tell?”
Her tongue dampens her bottom lip, and I draw her in again. Dropping careful kisses to the corner of her mouth before slipping two fingers deep inside her. The quiver of her defeat sends tremors through my body when her forehead falls against my chest with a small moan.
“So fucking easy to get you wet, Madness…” I tease into her ear. I’m only half-joking. “How many times has someone done this to you, hmmm?”
It comes out as a chuckle, and she finally lifts her head, leaning back against the door.
Her following words almost stopped me. “I want to see you lose control.”
I swipe her clit with the base of my thumb. “That’ll never happen.”
Her head tilts, casting shadows over her face. Equal in both strength and grace, the sharp curve of her jaw is a reminder of both sides that exist inside of her.
“Are you sure?”
A rush behind my ears is deafening, the violent beating of my heart murderous. She slowly lowers to her knees, her eyes staying up on mine. It’s bad enough that I broke my own rule once for her, and apparently letting her walk after fucking her that night was a mistake.