Shattered by You Read Online Nashoda Rose (Tear Asunder #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Tear Asunder Series by Nashoda Rose
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 103537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
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The mid-thigh length black dress gripped every curve of her body like cling wrap, sweet hips, slimming into a tight abdomen and waist. But it was her thighs I kept going back to, muscled and toned from the running, smooth silk that begged me to caress and grab and have wrapped around my waist.

Screw the nun fantasy.

I was the man-whore with every part of me at the sight of her, because sure as fuck, I wanted to drag her to my room and fuck her until she screamed my name over and over again and I didn’t care if she hated me in the morning as long as I got to taste her.

Well, that was where my head was, all in my cock with no blood feeding my brain. Because I did care if she hated me and not just in the morning.

My eyes trailed to her breasts, not big, but would fit nicely cupped in my hands. Her neck was bare, no jewelry, no material to hide her collarbone that I imagined sliding my tongue across and leaving little red marks as I nipped her skin up the gentle curve of her neck.

When my eyes finally made it up to hers, she was glaring, mouth tight and brows low. Haven certainly wouldn’t like being looked at like she was something to eat. But she fuckin’ was. I’d lick every inch of her then taste the sweetness between her legs.

But that wasn’t happening. Shit, I didn’t want to ruin anything we had and she was too screwed up to be with a guy like me. My loyalty track record with chicks was zero and I lost interest as soon as I had a taste. I liked what we had and I was determined not to screw it up by thinking with my cock.

Didn’t mean I couldn’t look and jerk off later to that image of her standing at the top of the stairs looking like a hard-ass angel that could cut off my dick with her teeth or stroke it with the velvet touch of her tongue.

Kite punched me in the shoulder and knocked me off-balance. “Ream’s sister. And your mom wants her in the family, not running for her life.”

“Don’t fuckin’ mention my mom when I’m looking at a hot chick. Jesus.” It was like a pinprick to my inflated cock. As she approached, my mouth dried up and I had trouble forming a single sane thought, because all that was raging through me was the desire to grab her, throw her down and sink into her while I crushed her mouth with mine.

“Snap out of it.” Kite shoved me and I staggered sideways into the coffee table. I was seeing a face plant any second and took a large leap with one leg to the other side so I was straddling it.

Kite shook his head at me then looked at Haven. “You look good.” He smiled at her, then grabbed the car keys and went outside, the screen door clanging behind him.

“Wow, Ice. You look smokin’ hot.” I jumped forward to get away from straddling the table. She frowned and that wasn’t the reaction I was searching for. Embarrassment, a little heat in the cheeks, fuck, a smile would be good enough. A guy tells a girl she looks smokin’ hot, you’d expect her to be happy. But Haven wasn’t just some girl. She was . . . distinctive.

She walked up to me and looked me up and down. “You wearing that?”

I looked down at myself frowning. What the hell was wrong with . . . I glanced back at her and saw the slight upward curve of her shiny pink glossed lips. Nice. She was teasing me and teasing from Haven was fuckin’ special as hell. “Oh, baby, I could wear a snow suit and the chicks would still flock to me.”

She bit her lip but I saw her eyes flicker in the direction of my cock. “Flock South, you mean.”

I laughed, then stepped closer to her. It kind of sucked that instead of a chick wilting and getting all mushy when I came toward her, Haven stiffened.

God, she was breathtaking. Literally, breathtaking. I reached out and cupped her chin to make sure she kept her eyes on me. “You’re striking, Haven.” Her grey eyes flickered and there was a hint of warmth in them. I hadn’t meant to keep going, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “Something to treasure and never touch.” And that right there was the reality. I couldn’t touch. And I wanted to, because fuck, if I didn’t care more for her than I probably should.

Her eyes widened and her long thick lashes lowered over her eyes and for the first time, I saw a slight pink hue on her cheeks. Suddenly, I wondered if she ever got that when we texted.

She raised her chin and met my eyes. “Thanks,” she whispered.

One word and it was as if she’d handed me a piece of her that no one ever saw. Everything in that one word was her letting me in. It was Haven trusting what I said to be the truth and not some bullshit coming out of my mouth. And it was fuckin’ precious.

“So, is Kite seeing anyone?” Dana pranced down the stairs and did a little hop to land next to Haven.

I thought about it for a second then slowly a smirk formed. Payback for the beer. Haven must have noticed my expression change and subtly shook her head.

“Nope,” I said. “But he was talking about you earlier.”

“He was?” Her pitch went up.

She blushed and excitement danced in her eyes. Well, at least the chick was pretty. I was probably doing Kite a favor more than anything, except that he was particular about his women.

“Sure. He’s a little standoffish, but just keep on him and he’ll come around.” I turned the dig a little more. “He said you were hot.” He did say she was cute, same thing.


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