Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I walk in and widen my eyes at the beauty of the place.
It’s a large ranch house. To my right is a formal living room, with white leather furniture, black-and-white wingback chairs, and a black lacquer coffee table.
To the left is a formal dining area complete with a dark oak table and chairs and a china cabinet. Medium hardwood floors in both rooms, but in the foyer where I’m standing?
Marble tiling.
I knew the Bellamys had money. But hell, this is nearly as grand as my parents’ home in Austin.
At least this home was built with money that wasn’t dirty.
As far as I know, anyway.
The Bellamys are famous around southern Texas, but how much do I really know about them?
Falcon puts Sam down, and he leads me through the foyer, and into a large kitchen. He opens the sliding glass doors, and Sammy scampers out. I unclasp Sydney’s leash so she can go with him.
“It’s fenced in, right?”
“Yeah. It’s a big yard. They’ll have fun.”
I step out onto the redwood deck. To one side is a screened-in swimming pool and sauna. Man… Nice digs.
I feel bad for Sydney. My little duplex has a backyard the size of a large closet. She’d be much happier here.
What was I thinking, adopting a dog? I love her dearly, and I’ll never give her up now, but what kind of life can I give her? I’m gone all day at work. When I get home, I have so much else to do I won’t have time to walk her. She’ll be stuck getting her exercise in my tiny backyard.
What’s done is done. She’s mine now. I need her.
Maybe I can bring her over here to Falcon’s and—
God, what the hell am I thinking? I’m his parole officer.
I laugh out loud.
“Something funny?” he asks.
“It’d be funny if it weren’t so sad.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just an expression. You and I…” I sigh. “Why are we even doing this?”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea why I’m doing it, Vannah.”
“Sure. You’re not the one who’s breaching your ethics.”
“I tried. I tried to get reassigned.”
I bite my lip. “I know. I just promised myself…”
“Promised yourself what?”
“I promised myself that once I got here, once I started this new job, I would do everything by the book.”
“Were you doing things by the book at your old job?”
I look down. “Of course I was.”
It’s not totally a lie. I did everything by the book. I dotted my I’s and crossed my T’s.
Except when one of the family’s minions was involved.
Then I did what I was told.
But no longer.
He tips my chin up. “Look at me.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not a commitment kind of guy.”
“Did I say you were?”
“I can’t give you a white picket fence, Vannah.”
I can’t help myself. I look around his gorgeous house. Then I look out at the dogs playing together on the green lawn. Right next to the screened-in swimming pool.
There may not be a white picket fence here, but it comes pretty close.
“Did I ask for one?”
“That’s just what I’m saying. If you think I asked you here to talk about us, you’re wrong.”
“I don’t have any expectations, Falcon.”
“Good. Don’t have any. Then you can’t ever be disappointed.”
He grabs me then, crushes our mouths together.
I want to make sense of his words, but this kiss…
This kiss is like a drug to me.
Our lips meld together and our teeth clash into each other’s. It’s a raw kiss. It’s a kiss of want, a kiss of yearning.
It’s not a gentle kiss, and it’s certainly not a kiss of love.
Not that I ever expected love from Falcon Bellamy. Hell, I didn’t expect anything from Falcon Bellamy.
It just kind of…
He rips his mouth from mine, sears me with his gaze. “Anyone ever kissed you like that, Vannah?”
“No,” I whimper.
“No one ever will. Your kisses belong to me.”
“You just said—”
“I know what I just said, damn it. But I know what I feel when I kiss you. I’ve kissed a lot of women, Vannah. Most of them a long time ago. I like women. I like kissing. I like sex. It’s all very powerful. So you tell me. Has anyone kissed you the way I kiss you? Has anyone fucked you the way I fuck you?”
I don’t answer.
Words don’t come.
“Tell me this now, Vannah. Tell me today. Today your kisses are mine.”
The word today is not lost on me.
He’s talking today, not tomorrow.
Fine. I can play his game. “My kisses are yours, Falcon. Today.”
“That’s right. I don’t make any promises for tomorrow or the next day. But today, Vannah. Today you belong to me.”
His lips come down on mine again.
The kiss is savage this time.
Savage and raw.
The same way he fucks me.
Doesn’t matter whether he’s kissing me, sucking on my nipples, eating my pussy, or shoving his cock inside me.
Everything this man does is savage.
Savage, but in a beautiful way.