Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
“They’re watching.” Slamming to his knees beside me, he wrenched my legs apart with unfightable hands, then pressed his entire body over mine. “They’re watching, and I’m not going to get any further unless I finish what I started.”
The soft grass cushioned me. His heat seared me. And air finally trickled into my lungs as he thrust his trouser-clad cock against my very vulnerable core.
His teeth latched against my throat, making me buck beneath him.
“No!” I shoved my palms against his concrete chest. “Get the hell off me!”
He grunted as his hips drove dangerously hard against me. “I told you what would happen if you fought me.”
My skirt floated far too high. My torn knickers were stolen and stuffed in his pocket. I was exposed and defenceless, weak and stupid.
“I’m sorry,” he grunted, shooting me back to the moment he’d been on the brink of raping me back at the club.
An apology in the midst of an assault.
A man who knew right from wrong but chose to be bad anyway.
It hurt.
It confused.
He hurt and confused.
Even as his hands pawed at my hips, my instincts gravitated toward him to save me instead of hurt me. To save me from…himself.
A part of me didn’t believe he would do this.
All while the truth slapped me in the face.
His weight proved it. His rutting hips forced me to accept that whatever undercurrents I felt from him, whatever secrets he hid couldn’t redeem him for being exactly what I feared.
“Stop it!” I yanked on his hair.
He groaned and dragged his hand up my ribcage. “Keep fighting and see what happens.”
“Don’t!”
His fingers clamped over my breast, cupping me entirely. I’d always been well endowed for my frame—courtesy of my whorish birth mother, I assumed—but Henri’s large palm swallowed every piece of my flesh.
He groaned and bit me again. “Merde, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
The tangled mess inside me chose that exact moment to let loose.
All his warnings not to fight. All his cryptic words and darkly given promises couldn’t hold back my shattering.
I screamed.
I screeched and lost all sense of self.
I scratched his cheeks. I kicked his legs. I punched his shoulders. I sobbed and begged and—
“Jesus Christ.” He grabbed my jaw and slammed my head into the grass. Stars danced in my vision as his fingers dug against my teeth. His furious face gilded with gold dawnlight as his eyes shot black, latching onto my mouth. “It’s gonna happen eventually. I’m going to have to fuck you eventually.” He nodded as if convincing himself. “Might as well be now.”
With a grunt, he shifted his hips and fumbled between us. Yanking his belt undone, he struggled with his zipper.
I stiffened.
I ceased fighting.
I did my best to be smart and went as meek and as feeble as a dead mouse. “Please…” I sniffed back tears. “Please…don’t.”
He paused.
The storm clouds in his eyes receded just a little. A splinter of grey in a sea of black as he stared at me and sucked in a breath.
And something happened.
The monstrosity inside him retreated. The hunger in his touch and the ferocity in his veins returned to a hot-blooded male instead of a cold-blooded beast.
Sucking in a heavy breath, he looked up. His throat revealed cords of power as he muttered a curse. “They’re coming.”
I didn’t know why I suddenly felt a kinship with him.
Why, in that moment, it felt like it was us against them.
But I embraced it. I was willing to try anything. “Tell me. Right now.”
He scowled and looked down, pinning me with his stare. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me who you truly are.”
He huffed and shook his head. “I’m exactly who you think I am.” He pressed his cock between my spread and powerless legs. “I’m hard and ever so close to taking everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Prickles darted over my skin, and despite my fear and honest-to-God hatred of him, something horrible heated in my core. Just a flicker. Just a tease. But it did something to me that Sam had never been able to achieve in four years.
He licked his lips as his gaze latched onto my mouth. “Stop looking at me like that.”
I blinked away nonsensical fog. “Like how?”
“Like you might finally be listening to me.” He bent and whispered, “That you might finally see what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
I arched beneath him as his cock twitched against me. “What are you trying to tell me?”
He grabbed a handful of my hair. “That I’m your only chance to survive this.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But I do know you’ll suffer far worse if you don’t trust me.”
“Trust you?” I scoffed. “How could I ever—”
“You don’t have a choice.” His chin tipped down; he dragged his nose along my cheek to my ear. “They’re almost here. I let you tell me no on the plane, but that shit stops right now. You’re in a place where women are toys and men are kings. You’re probably cursing all your actions since meeting me, but I’m cursing all mine since I learned who I descended from.” He licked me as if he truly was a beast from a nightmare. “Something is inside me. Something not normal. Something not nice. While you fight me, it comes out to play. But…if you tug on the part of me that wants to protect you…I might just have the strength not to lose myself entirely.”