Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
When Rhys looks over at me, suddenly I can’t breathe. I may pass out because he’s coming for me. Like a dark god he moves, determined and fierce. His energy is electric and so intense that I take a step back.
Breathe.
I need to breathe because he’s coming for me. Holy fuck. I might pass out at the way his eyes look at me.
One.
Two.
Three.
He doesn’t stop. There’s no hesitation. He takes my face with both hands, and then he kills me.
I’m lost as his mouth claims mine. I cling to him as I let his fierceness consume me. This is not just a kiss; it’s raw and primal, stealing my very soul. My lips are tender. Groaning into his mouth, I allow his tongue to twist with mine.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.” He lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist and I lean into his neck. He’s sweaty, and I want to suck and lick it off of him. His body heat seeps into me and I barely recognize my own voice.
“Yes,” I groan. I’m spinning. My back hits the cold concrete wall and he takes my lips again.
This is insane.
I try to look around, but his hand is already lifting my dress, and before I can even mention that we might get caught, his fingers are inside my panties.
“Fuck yes, Gia, look how wet you are for me.” It’s a growl but he’s right. I’m soaked as he finger fucks me hard, rough.
“Rhys,” I murmur, digging my nails into his neck.
“Spread your legs wider.” I do as he rubs my clit hard, and I’m gone, soaring as I come.
I open my eyes. He’s not holding me anymore. My hands slap the concrete as I watch him undo his jeans and push them down. Grabbing my left leg, he thrusts himself deep inside me.
I think I scream but can’t be sure. All I hear is music. I have no idea what happened to my headphones.
“Christ.” He freezes, letting me adjust to his giant pierced cock. “Fuck. This tight cunt is mine,” he rasps into my mouth.
“Yes,” I chant.
He pulls out and thrusts in again as I claw at his chest. He grabs my chin roughly. “I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
I can’t respond as his tongue fills my mouth and I taste the Jack he must have been drinking earlier. His other hand holds my legs so I don’t fall over as his cock pounds in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I snarl, reaching up to bite his lip. He ruts into me as my body contracts.
“Who do you think is watching me fuck you?”
My eyes jerk open as my core pulses. I try to stop it, but I’m gone, soaring as I cling to him.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m gonna fill this cunt up.” He thrusts into me hard, then stops as his body jerks.
“Christ.” He kisses my forehead. “I couldn’t wait.” Our breathing is harsh as if we’re in sync.
I nod, trying to piece together that I just got fucked, standing up in the middle of his concert.
“You’re so cool.” He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow as I laugh, our mouths inches apart.
“You have to get back onstage,” I say, trying to sound fierce as he pulls out of me, then buttons his jeans.
I straighten up, only to discover my panties are soaked. I should probably take them off, but I’m trying to get my mind and legs to work.
“You stay where I can see you at all times.” He takes my lips again.
Unsure if I can stand alone, I hold on. Somehow I put one foot in front of the other. He leads me back to where I was standing before he wrecked my life. Because after that, I’ll never be the same. After that, I know for a fact that I’ll love him till the day I die.
My bag is on the ground, along with my headphones, but that seems like a lifetime ago. In seconds, my world has changed, and I’m never going back.
RHYS
Past – Twenty-seven years old
New York, New York
“Rhys, honey, I need you to sing for Mommy.”
“I’m tired. I need to sleep. Why can’t I sleep?”
“Don’t be silly. You can sleep later. We need to get you ready. You and Mommy are performing tonight.” My mom spins and spins as she picks up a feather boa, a white one, and drapes it around my neck. It tickles my nose and I hate it.
I hate all of it. I need to find my grandfather. He’ll make her stop.
But my grandfather is gone, and I’m hungry.
“Mommy?” I yell, but no sound comes out. “Mom?” She’s gone and I’m alone, always alone.
I bolt up. The room is dark. Taking a breath, I try to figure out where I am. My hand reaches for her, but she’s not there.