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)
Her fists clenched, against the felt of the pool table.
The tremor that ran through her wasn’t fear alone, it was anger, frustration, and desire that I knew she didn’t want to admit.
That was fine. I could wait. I always had the patience for her.
I trained my fingers down her spine, savoring every inch of her defiance. When I reached the waistband of her pants, I tugged them down in one fluid motion, the fabric peeling away to reveal her flawless, smooth skin and perfect ass. Her body tensed even more, a low hiss escaping her lips as I pinned her harder by the back of her neck.
“Wilder, stop. Please. You don’t need to do this.”
“Don’t pretend you aren’t into it.”
Her breath came in uneven gasps, and she turned her head slightly, her voice trembling. “You’re insane. Actually fucking insane.”
I reached around and slipped my hand between her legs.
“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m yours. Just like you’re mine.” Her breath hitched as I eased a finger into her pussy, pushing past her resistance. Her body was taut with tension, her fists curling tighter against the table.
I held her firmly, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. “I never cheated on you, Mint.” My fingers moved slowly, stroking, coaxing, drawing out every reaction from her. “I never touched any of those women.”
She choked out a breath, her voice trembling as she struggled to form words, fighting the pleasure. “You killed Amber.”
“And it was a gratifying experience,” I replied without hesitation, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Did you like seeing her like that? Did it make you feel better knowing she’d never be able to hurt you again? I should have done that a long time ago. I made it nice and slow for you. She felt as her neck detached.”
She froze beneath me, her body going still even as her breathing quickened. “You’re sick.”
“Then that makes you, my cure.”
My fingers slid deeper, her slickness coating the leather of my gloves, further proof of the war between her mind and her body.
I reveled in the way she reacted, the way she fought herself. She could never truly hate me or anything I did to her. I’d had years molding her to fit me, knowing one day the time would come for her to know the truth about my line of work.
Her breathy voice broke through my thoughts. “What are you going to do to us?”
I withdrew, savoring the way her body trembled at the loss. “How many of you do you think is left?”
She turned her head, trying to look at me, her voice shaking. “What?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I undid the buckle of my slacks.
“No,” she ground out, trying to loosen the hold I had on her neck.
I lifted her higher, placing more of her upper body on the pool table to make things a bit easier. I grabbed my dick and lined the head up. I was so fucking hard it hurt.
“Gabe’s dead,” I revealed as I thrust inside her. Her body clenched around me, her breath catching in her throat as a strained cry escaped her lips. “Naija should be next.”
She said something unintelligible and a sob broke free. I thrust harder, watching her fingers claw at the table. Fuck, I missed her. I refused to go a single night without fucking her ever again, for as long as I lived.
“You’re a monster.”
That I understood.
“But you like that, don’t you? Must be why you’re drenching my dick.” I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back and grabbing her hip. Her body arched, her breathing ragged as I pushed her closer to the edge. I wasn’t gentle; I wasn’t kind. I gave her everything—my anger, possession, and devotion, all of it poured into every brutal thrust.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Mint” I taunted. “Tell me you hate me.”
Her silence was deafening, and the way she gripped the edge of the table told me everything I needed to know. I knew her better than she knew herself. She could fight it all she wanted, but there was no denying it. I owned her. Every perfect, beautiful inch inside and out.
She made the most delightful sounds as she got closer to cumming, her heavy breaths and quiet, desperate sobs cutting through the dark basement. They spurred me on, each gasp and whimper encouragement I couldn’t ignore.
She felt like a dream come true, home—everything I’d been needing since the second she walked out of the penthouse. I hadn’t gone this long without her, ever.
The loss of her had hollowed me out, and now that I had her again, I couldn’t get deep enough inside her. Sometimes I wanted to split her apart just so I could crawl inside.
There was a sharp intake of breath when I moved just right, stroking her G-spot.