Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“You don’t know me, Shadow.” Something in her chest tightened. She wasn’t sure if it was pleasant or unpleasant. Part of her wanted to run like hell. Another part of her, the part she never acknowledged, wanted to grab on to him with both hands and never let go.
“I know enough. Now. No. I haven’t had sex with your sister and never intend to. She never indicated in any way she was interested in me. Given how closely our clubs are related, I doubt she would see me as anything other than a brother. So, tell me now if you have another objection. If not, I’m makin’ you mine right here. Right now.”
“Not yours, Shadow,” she said with a shake of her head. Millie tried to make it firm, but even she heard the quaver in her voice. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Don’t need to,” he insisted. “I saw how fierce you are. And I see how you’re fightin’ for your family.”
“Venus and I are at each other’s throats. So much so you wouldn’t let her come when it was her operation in first place.”
He waved that off. “That’s all family stuff. Stuff anyone with brothers or sisters goes through from time to time. You’d never let anyone else mistreat her same as she’d never let anyone touch you. You’ll work it out now that you’re together again. I can see it in both of you.”
“But --”
He silenced her with another kiss. This time, he let a little of that caged emotion free. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, catching every little gasp he coaxed from her. When he finally raised his head, he’d somehow maneuvered himself between her legs so that his hips rested in the cradle of her thighs. Millie could feel his rock-hard erection pressing insistently against her pussy through their clothes, and she wanted it inside her like she wanted her next breath.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Millie.”
She shook her head. “I do want it. But only here. Now. After? Is anyone’s game.”
Shadow gave her a hard look even as his lips quirked. If she didn’t know better, Millie would have thought he was merely giving her a cocky grin. Like he knew he could make her come back for a repeat if he fucked her now. But she did know better. The longer she was around him, the more she learned his tells. Shadow was angry and determined. He wanted her. And he was plotting on how to keep her.
“Fine. I’ll take what you’re offering. Anything else we can discuss later.”
“OK.”
The second she said the word, Shadow descended on her with a conquering kiss. Before, she’d just thought he meant business. She could see how wrong she’d been. He stirred feelings in her she’d never known she had. Need. Lust. Want… She wanted this man. Not just for him to pleasure his body with hers. She wanted him for her own. A man who was strong enough to protect her wherever she went. Who would champion her causes just because they were important to her and help her see them through.
With a growl, Shadow worked her shirt up her body to whip over her head. She barely had time to gasp before he descended on her breasts. He lay on top of her, his weight pressing her into the floor of the vehicle. His big hands cupped both of her breasts through her sports bra and kneaded like they were the most exquisite tits he’d ever held in his hands. In reality, she doubted he could even tell they were breasts, they were so small and layered underneath in muscle.
Shadow shoved the elastic above her breasts and fastened his mouth to one nipple while his hand found the other and rolled and tugged while he sucked. Millie couldn’t help it. She screamed in both shock and pleasure, arching her back to him as she cradled his head.
“Shadow!”
“Mmmm…” He hummed around her nipple, nipping with his teeth before rasping the flat of his tongue over the small sting. “Ripe berries,” he murmured against her chest. “Fuckin’ sweet as spring.”
God, he was killing her! Shadow made her feel things she’d always thought were impossible. Men weren’t for keeping. She’d always thought men were for scratching an itch when necessary but weren’t good for much else. She’d been sixteen when she’d struck out on her own. Even then, she’d known better than to hook up with a man. Any sexual satisfaction she needed, she took care of herself. She was a woman alone. Giving a man control of her body was a sign of surrender. A flag she’d never even thought about waving. She’d seen what men could do to strong women. Her mother had given up when Victor had taken her. She’d become a shadow of herself. Millie had sworn that would never be her.