Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“A sweetener?” she asks as Bentley’s tail begins to twitch.
“Something more to tempt me.”
Her gaze slips down my body, and I can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction when her lips part. “Like what?”
I think she knows exactly what I want. In fact, with the way she’s eye-fucking me right now, I know she wants it, too. But I can’t overplay my hand just yet. Not to mention, I want her to feel safe here. I want her to know that I’ll protect her, even when I’m fucking her raw and she’s moaning my name.
I scrub a hand down my jaw, my body tense as I take in her flushed skin and hard nipples. Jesus, she’s a siren calling me to sin. Tearing my gaze from her, I back away and grab the door handle.
“Get some sleep. We’ll talk terms tomorrow.” I close the door to temptation, but I already know I won’t be able to sleep. Not with her right here. Not when there’s a bargain soon to be struck between us that will give me everything I want and then some.
6
ZOEY
I jerk awake, sitting up in the world's most comfortable bed. My heart is pounding as everything from yesterday comes flooding back to me. The reality that I still don’t know the whereabouts of my sister is still looming huge in my mind. The only person who I thought might have a clue to where she could be is dead. I can still picture his lifeless eyes starting up at me no matter how many times I try to forget.
I don’t have an ounce of sadness in me for Marvin. Seeing him that way only reminded me that some of the people who are searching for my sister have no problem with ending a life. It makes it clear that I have to find her before one of them does.
What I’ll do once I find her, I have no clue. I’ll deal with it when I get to that point. What I need to do is stay focused on one thing at a time like Xanny always tells me. It’s when I try to do too many things at once that I get myself in trouble or hurt.
I have Leone. My racing heart finally starts to slow. I don’t know why he’s protecting me, but the thought of him calms me. I pull the blanket back, slipping off my bed. Bentley is stretched out on the other side, snoozing away without a care in the world. I kiss the top of his precious fluffy head. He doesn't even open an eye. He must be all tuckered out.
After Leone left us in our room, Bentley did a full inspection a good three times before he was satisfied. Then he plopped down on the bed like he owned the place before he rolled over to present me with his belly ready for his rubs. I think he’s going to take to his new digs rather quickly. I mean, it is a huge step up from the trailer park. Bentley really was made for the life of the rich. He isn’t intimidated by this place. As for me, I’m scared to touch anything.
Xanny used to tease that it was best we lived in a trailer. That way we never had to worry about my next incident, as she called them. She always tried to make me feel better about it, knowing whenever I had one I was typically embarrassed beyond belief. Even if no one was around to see it. Pretty sure that has something to do with my parents and how they responded when I was younger.
One of the best days of my life was when Xanny told me that we were leaving. She took me with her, even though she didn’t have to. She’s always taken care of me. I wasn’t ever her responsibility, but without hesitation, she still took it. Sure, not all of the decisions she’s made were great, but she’s done the best she could. Xanny was still a kid herself when we first left my parents’ place. Now it’s my turn to return the favor and save her for once.
I poke my head out of my bedroom, not seeing anyone in the hallway. When we arrived last night, there had been a few people lingering around. Leone told me they were security. They hadn’t looked too happy about me being here. Especially when Leone told them I’d be staying in the room next to his. Did they think I was some ninja that was going to kill Leone in his sleep or something? I think Leone could end me with his pinky finger.
I keep walking until I get to a set of double doors that I’m guessing are his. I reach out and grab one of the knobs, testing it to see if it opens. To my surprise, it does, and I slip right in. I creep over toward the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. I can barely make out the outline of it, my eyes still trying to adjust to the dark. But that doesn’t stop me.