Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Stop.” Louder this time, but the breathy tone in which I spoke said something else.
“No.” Twitch opened his mouth and attached himself to me, sucking on the sensitive area where my neck and shoulder met. One hand slid up, over my ribs, to rest just under my aching breast. And I died.
Jesus, girl. You aren’t seriously thinking about going through with this, are you? Have you learned nothing about impulse control? I know this guy makes you loopy with all his sex voodoo, but shit, he’s got you being the reckless bitch you left behind.
The thought was enough to force a knee-jerk reaction, and without so much as a word, I pushed back with my bottom hard enough to catch him off guard. When he stumbled back a step, I spun around, holding a hand out. My face was flushed, and I all but panted, “Stop,” and this time, I meant it.
Twitch frowned down at me, looking mildly exasperated, but he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. When he reached down and wrapped his fingers around his denim-covered cock, squeezing tightly, I thought I’d fall to my knees and beg him to feed it to me.
Luckily, I was out of breath and momentarily speechless.
My eyes firmly fixed on those deft fingers massaging his hard length. The next words he spoke were a warning. “You keep looking at me like I’m a snack, I’m gonna have you on your knees.” As I lifted my head, his hooded gaze held me fast. “And when I tell you to suck my cock, you’re gonna do as you’re told, angel.”
He left you.
He left his son.
He is selfish, a sociopath who doesn’t know how to love. He is damaged and he left you broken. Don’t ever forget that.
My glance firm, I met his eyes and told him, “I don’t belong to you.” I shook my head. “Not anymore.”
He didn’t even flinch. “Yeah, you do.” His arrogance was maddening. “The fact that you felt the need to vocalize tells me just how much ownership I have over you. I know you want me, but you’re mad at me, rightfully so, so you’re not letting yourself have what you really want. And you can fight me, baby. You know I’m into that. But when it all gets too much and you need me as much as I need you, you just gotta do one thing.” He stepped back, away from me, and I felt the loss immediately. “Leave a light on.”
My brow furrowed.
Leave a light on?
Twitch took another step back, and it took every ounce of strength I had not to follow him. “We rekindle what we lost and it all goes down well, then we’re gonna talk—” Those soft brown eyes landed on my collar and, I swear, they flashed briefly. “—about those pretty bras of yours and who you’re wearing ‘em for.”
And I watched, open-mouthed, as Twitch walked down the hall and out of my house.
***
Ling
The meet was going as well as it could, seeing I had countless enemies in this very room. At any moment, any one of those fuckers could pick up their gun, lift it high, and shoot me dead. Did that bother me?
No. It didn’t.
In fact, feeling as I felt now, looking across the room at the beautiful Turk, all I wished for was someone to do it and set this miserable bitch free.
Aslan Sadik was an illness, and I had caught him—bad. I had all the symptoms. Lack of sleep, little to no appetite, irritability, and a heavy feeling weighing on my chest.
My lip curled as I watched him laugh, grinning through his conversation with Titus Okoye, the just-visiting Liberian arms dealer.
I fucking hated him.
So when Elias Munoz, the too-young-to-looks-like-he-could-lead, American-Argentinian boss of Los Gatos Negros came to sit by me, I blinked at him. “Are you lost?”
Elias smirked at my attitude. Whatever, fucker. “You seemed like you needed the company.”
I scoffed exaggeratedly. “Elias, I never lack company when I want it.” My eyes smoldered down at his crotch, and I made a show of licking my cherry-red lips before leaning in. “There a bathroom around here we could slip away to?”
Elias was neutral. Fucking him would cause me no harm, because we had nothing to do with each other. Our borders didn’t touch, and our men rarely came into contact, but when they did, no issues arose. And even though he looked tempted, he reached out to run his thumb along my jaw, and said, “I’ve heard about you, Ling, about what you like.” He shook his head, moving to pull away. “I’m not into that.”
Before he managed to escape me, I took that large hand and held it in mine, playing with his long fingers. “I have many tastes, Elias. I’m something of a chameleon. I can be whatever you want me to be.” I grinned playfully. “I just need you to punch me in the mouth so I can come is all.”