Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Dante,” I hiss, anger burning like lava through my veins but morphing into something much hotter when his hips press to mine.
“No,” Dante murmurs, his hazel eyes drifting to my lips. “You’re done talking. Here’s how it’s really going to go.”
We both suck in a breath when he rocks his hips against me. In just his sweats, I quickly become quite familiar with the size, shape, and heat of his dick. My dick isn’t helping matters by being hard as fucking stone, twitching with need.
“You can keep telling your lies to yourself and the whole damn world. Even if that means you go on the most boring damn dates ever with my sister.” His hazel orbs lock onto me. “And I’ll hook up with whoever the hell I want because I can.”
I swallow hard, trying to focus on our conversation. All I can feel is the delicious way he rubs against me. It reminds me of his cruel mouth worshipping my dick—equal parts punishing and starved.
“Who knows,” Dante croons, pulling away slightly. “Maybe I’ll hook up with you again.”
A garbled cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips and my eyes snap closed when he grips my dick over my jeans. He caresses my cock with expert movements as his hot breath tickles my ear. All I can do is buck my hips, desperate for the pleasure he’s offering. Whatever purpose I came in here for has been obliterated.
I feel Dante in every nerve ending.
Inhale his masculine cologne with every breath.
Listen to each pleased, growly sound he makes.
“That feel good?” he rumbles before nipping at my ear.
My heart thunders wildly. “Dante…”
“Does that feel good, Jax? Simple question.”
“Y-Yes,” I whisper.
“Good boy.” He sucks on my earlobe. “Do you want to come?”
I can’t answer him verbally, but I thrust my hips up, eagerly chasing his touch. He chuckles—low and dark like a demon—as he takes me closer and closer to the edge. I’m going to regret when he pushes me over, but for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to face why it’s a problem. All I can do is chase this high.
“Dante,” I warn, my voice sounding like a needy whimper to my own ears as my nuts tighten in anticipation.
“There.” Dante removes his hand and steps back. “All done.”
I suck in a deep breath of air, confused at the sudden loss of his touch. “W-What?”
“I was just making a point, Sheriff.”
Is this guy fucking serious?
I’m furious I let myself get caught in his web again. I don’t understand how he just gets inside of my head at every damn encounter.
“You…” I adjust my dick in my jeans and shoot him a nasty glare. “You’re an asshole.”
“True,” he admits with a sinister grin. “But so are you.”
Shaking my head, I storm over to the door. My cheeks are burning hot with embarrassment. Before I grab the handle, he stops me with his deep words.
“If you want to come, just ask to come.” He flashes me a brilliant smile. “But, I won’t play those denial games with you, Jax. Next time I have your dick in my hand, I expect you to beg to come. Hell, even demand it. You may not want to admit this side of you to the world, but I already know about it. Stop hiding something we both can see plain as fucking day.”
Tearing my gaze from his, I stalk out of the room and out of the villain’s lair before I do something stupid…like beg.
Dante is bad news and I need to stay far the hell away from him.
Because I don’t like how easily he topples over walls I’ve spent a lifetime erecting.
Ox whines when I enter the police station. As soon as I see his shiny coat and red scarf fancily tied around his neck, I know why.
He’s been Catoed.
It’s a thing.
A thing my poor dog knows all too much.
“For the record,” Brie says, holding up both palms. “I tried to intervene. But you know how he is.”
I squat down to scratch Ox behind the ears. “You smell like bubblegum, dude. Though I can’t help you with that, I can take this prissy shit off.”
Ox thumps his tail on the wood floors, eager for me to rid him of the spectacle he’s wearing. Once I’ve untied it and tossed it on Brie’s desk, Ox lets out a relieved sigh before stretching back out and firing off a rancid dog fart.
“Not again,” Brie gripes, grabbing her Bath & Body Works shit and trying to hide the stank with sweet pea.
I chuckle as I walk over to my desk. She’s left me a message from Fernando.
The Rainbow Vigilante strikes again.
“Is he pissed?” I turn to regard my friend.
“Nah,” she says, setting her spray down and kicking her boots up onto the top of her desk. “He said he feels like he’s a part of an honorary club now. However, I did get a call from Ned, who is, in fact, pissed.”