Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
At the mention of Amber, a fresh surge of fury bubbled up inside me. I jerked my arm, trying to free myself, aiming to elbow him, but his grip only tightened, pinning me more firmly against him.
“None of that,” he chided. His lips brushed against my neck this time. “I know you’re angry. I know you’re hurting. That is the last thing I ever wanted. We’re going to have to work through this together until you’re better because, above all else, you’re mine.”
My anger flared again, but so did the traitorous ache inside me, the one I hated for being there at all.
The way he claimed me without hesitation left me feeling maddeningly conflicted.
“You don’t get to fix this by sweet-talking me,” I seethed against his hand, my voice muffled but no less defiant.
“Of course not.” His lips grazed the curve of my neck again. “I’m going to show you exactly how committed to you I am.” He pressed a kiss just below my ear. “But first,” he continued, his hold on my mouth loosening just enough to let me speak clearly, “tell me how much you miss me.”
“Go to hell.”
He laughed as if I’d said exactly what he wanted to hear. “Only if you come with me,” he countered, his grip tightening on my hip.
“I haven’t missed a damn thing.”
“Lying to me will you get fucked until you forget what you just lied about,” he teased. In one swift, fluid motion, he shifted his weight, pushing me flat onto my back.
His body covered mine instantly, a wall of heat and power pinning me down. “Why don’t we start with the fact that you’ve been crying yourself to sleep?” His tone shifted to something dangerously intimate. “You’re barely eating. And those fingers you’ve gotten so acquainted with?” His lips hovered just above mine, his breath warm against my skin. “A pitiful imitation of what I give you. No matter how hard you ride them, they’ll never be me.”
How did he know any of that?
“That’s not--.”
He cut me off by sealing his mouth over mine. The kiss was hot, and demanding, a collision of dominance and unrestrained need. His tongue slipped past my lips, claiming me in a way that left no room for argument.
Without thinking, I bit down hard, the metallic tang of blood spreading across my tongue.
He pulled back sharply, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. He groaned, a deep sound that turned into a laugh. Then he smiled, licking the corner of his lip. “Fuck, I love you.” He gripped my throat and kissed me again, stealing the air from my lungs.
A moan escaped as he pressed against me. I cursed myself for not wearing anything under my robe. Then again, I never would have expected this to happen when I put it on. His hand slid between my legs, fingers expertly finding their mark as I whimpered and gasped against his mouth. Panic and desire waged war within me.
“Wilder, no.” My voice came out breathless, a mixture of protest and pleading. “Shh,” he murmured against my skin. “Just let me take care of you, Mint.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Wilder,” I tried again, weaker this time as his grip on my throat tightened just enough to silence me.
His fingers worked in and out of my pussy, his thumb circling my clit. It had been way too long since quitting him cold turkey.
I curled my hands around his solid shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as if holding onto him could anchor me. I bit down on my lower lip to hold back my moans.
“Don’t.” His eyes locked onto mine as his fingers continued their devastating rhythm. “I want to hear you.”
I shook my head, refusing.
He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. “I love when you fight it, but you know I’m not stopping until you cum.”
A whimper escaped before I could stop it, the sound spurring him on. My legs trembled as he rocked his fingers in and out of me, increasing the pressure on my clit. I couldn't hold back any longer as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
“Wilder,” I gasped, his name a plea on my tongue as the pressure finally snapped, sending a wave of heat crashing through me.
My nails dug into his shoulders as I rode out the wave pleasure.
I pulsed around his fingers, my breaths coming in short, gasping pants. He held me steadily, his other hand still firm on my throat, guiding me through the sensation.
“That’s my girl.” He pulled back. His eyes roamed over every inch of my face, lingering on my lips, flushed cheeks, and trembling form. “You’re so beautiful, Mint,” he murmured.
His words felt like both a balm and a wound, stirring up emotions within me that I didn't know how to handle. I watched in a daze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of my release. “I needed something to hold me over,” he explained, his voice low but unapologetic. “Not fucking you right now, is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.”