Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
I moaned as he kissed me deeper, drawing blood as my teeth cut into my upper lip.
Metallic blood shadowed the kiss with brutal flavoring, but he didn’t stop.
He kissed me as if I were the dead girl he’d lost and he couldn’t stop the love blistering in his heart. He kissed me as if I were so endlessly precious and desired.
His body drove me higher and higher until wetness trickled down my thigh and my thoughts became nothing but sex and writhing need.
I scrambled to get closer.
Our heads moved as our kiss grew frantic.
Our legs entwined as we rode each other.
Our moans echoed as we gave ourselves over to pleasure.
I rocked, panting as my core throbbed for the part of him encased in his jeans.
I’d never been devoured this way. I would remember if I had.
In one kiss, Kill obliterated any past lovers I might’ve had and stamped his absolute mark on my soul. I didn’t care about the rest of it. I didn’t care about the complications between us. All I cared about was connecting with someone on a visceral level.
Kill pulled back, his pupils black and full of fire. “We’re leaving.”
I nodded, breathless and bruised.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
I swallowed and trembled.
“You’re mine.”
Chapter Eight
Fuck.
I’d kissed her to see.
To drink her lies and taste the truth.
I’d kissed her hoping to put an end to the blistering pain inside my heart.
To admit to myself that whatever drew me to her was false.
It didn’t work.
Her mouth intoxicated me. She made me want her more than anyone.
That was a lie.
There was someone. Someone I couldn’t think about without wanting to tear my chest open. Someone I would betray. Someone I was already betraying by permitting this woman to warp my mind.
I had to throw this imposter away.
Before it was too late.
—Kill
I’d lived trials I couldn’t remember.
I’d learned skills I couldn’t recall.
I’d lived a life that no longer existed.
Yet I knew one thing with utmost certainty.
I’d never been more alive than when Kill held my hand and marched me to his bike.
I’d never been more aware as I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his muscular waist.
I’d never been so willing to throw everything away for more of what he conjured in my core, in my heart, in my soul.
The heat.
The throb.
The need.
He was an addiction to my painfully deprived mind.
And I was petrified.
Not because of the recklessness in which I pressed my breasts against his back, or the greed with which I took his mouth when he pulled into his garage.
No.
I was terrified that nothing else mattered to me.
Nothing else but the selfish pleasure of want.
And that was a dangerous, dangerous place to be.
One tracked. One minded.
Completely vulnerable and open for pain.
I played with my demise.
I ran straight toward my downfall.
Chapter Nine
How the fuck could I stop this?
I couldn’t stop this.
I didn’t want to stop this.
For the first time in my godforsaken life, I felt… felt something instead of the cold hatred of vengeance.
It gave me strength all while making me weak.
I wanted more.
Therefore, I had to stop.
Before she destroyed me—just like all the rest.
—Kill
We stared at each other.
Breathing hard and rough, we didn’t move to close the distance between us.
The moment we’d entered his bedroom, we’d sprung apart like magnets that went from connection to polar repulsion.
I stood hesitantly in the middle of his bedroom, unable to control my crazy overbeating heart. Kill stood braced against the door, his hands balled by his sides, his face a mask of lust and confusion.
In that second, I was a student.
About to be taught how to please a biker lord.
The bedroom shimmered with everything that sparked between us. Prisms of need bounced with the late-afternoon sunshine, the air thick with unspoken explanations.
I had so many questions.
But we somehow wordlessly agreed not to say anything. One wrong sentence would jeopardize everything that was about to happen.
Kill dragged a hand through his disheveled hair. It gleamed almost black¸ windswept and sexy from the manic bike ride home. I’d never been so eager to do something so wrong.
Was I about to commit adultery? Would my soul go to hell for being so consumed by one need—one incredibly selfish need?
Kill’s green eyes never unlocked from mine, cranking my anxiety until I trembled.
He made a half-distraught, half-throttled noise in the back of his throat as he leaned against the door; his hand gripped the handle as if he couldn’t bear to let go.
I tried to guess what was going through his head.
But I’d been lost the moment he’d kissed me in the changing room. This was all him—I wasn’t in charge; I didn’t want to be in charge. I hoped he’d slip and somehow shed light on everything that taunted me.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his knuckles going white around the doorknob.
I stiffened and inched toward the large mattress.