Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Why the hell aren’t you figuring it out now?”
“Don’t you think it’s killing me that I can’t? You’re my priority, princess. I can’t leave you, and I certainly can’t take you back to The London. Then there’s the rest of this shit.”
“What?”
“Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?” He threads his fingers through his disheveled hair. “You were attacked, Hannah. You were attacked by a demon. Somehow, I was able to get you out of there and heal you. Apparently I have powers I never knew I had.”
I have to hand it to him. I’m speechless.
“Understand this, Hannah,” he says, using my name a second time. “My only thought was to get you the hell out of there. To get you to safety. I didn’t care about anything else. If two vampires had been standing in my way, and the only way I could get you to safety was to kill them and cut their hearts out, I would’ve done it. I would’ve done it, no questions asked, and I would’ve never looked back.”
Speechless again. Emotion roils through me—emotion I don’t even recognize.
My flesh is on fire, and every cell in my body is burning. Burning…right between my legs.
But I hold back. No way am I going to hop back in bed with Rogan. Not yet. Not until I get a few answers.
“Don’t you see?” he says, raking his fingers through his dark hair. “Something’s happening to me. I don’t understand it. But until I do, I—”
“Stop,” I say through gritted teeth. “Just stop. I appreciate everything you did for me. You got me the hell out of there, and I have no idea what my stepfather planned to do to me. It couldn’t be anything good. Sure, he says he won’t harm me for my mother’s sake, but he’s a demon. And he can figure out a way to harm me without harming my mother. He’s evil. So yeah, you got me out of there. I owe you my life, Rogan. I won’t forget that. Not now, not ever. But that doesn’t change the fact that I need an explanation about those two vamps. If you were defending your pack, I need to know who you were defending, and why.”
“I will always defend my pack,” he says.
“Yeah, I get that. You’re a big alpha. You have a loyalty to your pack that I don’t share with regard to my people.”
He nods.
“But that doesn’t change the fact that you did kill those vamps.”
“Did it occur to you, princess, to ask your father who those vamps were?”
“No, it didn’t occur to me, because I don’t freaking care. I don’t care if two vamps are dead. You know why I’m here. I am bound by my bloodline to obey my king. It sucks, but it is what it is. So the sooner I can find out why you killed those two, and the sooner I report back to Daddy, the sooner this will all be over.”
“What will all be over?” he demands, his eyes darkening.
“This.” I gesture around the room, to him, to me. “All of this.”
“Princess, you want this to be over?”
I open my mouth to respond, but before I can, his lips are on mine, hard and punishing. And I don’t give a flying fuck about my father, two dead vamps, or Rogan’s alliance with some demon.
All I care about is this damned kiss.
31
God, the kiss.
Rogan’s kisses.
Rogan’s passionate and heady kisses.
He breaks the kiss harshly, so hard that my lips feel like they’ve been stung by a hornet, but in another moment I’m flat on the bed, on my back, and I’m not sure where my clothes went.
I’m naked, splayed open for his attention, and then his clothes… They’re gone as well.
He pushes my thighs forward, mounts me, enters me.
It’s a hard-fought, desperate fuck, and I need it more than I knew.
“Damn it, princess,” he grits out. “Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me so fucking irrational?”
I don’t reply. What is there to say? He makes me as irrational as I make him. He continues to pound me, pound me, pound me… Then he lifts my thighs so my knees are hanging over his arms, giving him better access.
He’s so far inside me now, I feel like he’s touching my heart, my soul.
But he doesn’t stay there long. He moves out and then back in—thrust, thrust, thrust…
Faster, faster, faster. Faster than he’s ever fucked me before.
Other than that hard kiss, there was no foreplay. My nipples are hard, straining for attention, but he has no interest. He seems to be done with my lips as well. Instead, he hovers over me, still fucking me hard, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down onto mine.
“Fuck, princess.”
In a flash, he folds my right thigh over my left so I’m on my side, and he continues to fuck me, hovering over me, pumping into me.