Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
My body melts for him, pulling him closer, fingers digging into his ass as he thrusts into me. He sinks his teeth into my breast, taking ownership of me as he brands my skin with his mark. My lips hum against his throat, inhaling the addictive scent of his sweat and spice. I want to rub my body all over his flesh, bathing myself in this man for eternity.
The seconds seem to stretch on forever. He’s the machine to my mortality. I’m raw, swollen, and used up in the best possible way when he finally lets me come again. The orgasm is even more insane than the last two, ripping through my body like shrapnel and splintering me apart. When I open my eyes again, I’m gifted with the sight of Thorsen coming unraveled. His muscles flexing, body tensing, throat working as he buries himself inside me with a grunt. His dick pulses in me, come spurting into my womb until I’m so full, it starts to leak out between my thighs.
The beautiful god collapses onto his forearms, caging me in against the bed. For a long beat, he stays there, catching his breath as his dick softens inside me. And somewhere in the span of a few minutes, the vibrations in my skull start to fade away, reality threatening the edges of my vision.
I’m coming down, and right now, more than anything, I want him to tell me it’s going to be okay. I want him to take me in his arms and hold me. But Thorsen doesn’t do either of those things. He rolls beside me instead, glancing at me like I’m the enemy before he tosses his forearm over his face and sighs.
A tear leaks from my eye, and I mourn the loss of my ignorance. I’m full of his life force, but my soul is empty. For better or worse, I’m starting to feel something for this troubled man. What those feelings are, I don’t yet know or understand. But they are there, lingering beneath the surface. And I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever remember a time that existed before or after him when he’s through with me.
When I study the profile of his face, the lines and curves that make up the most complicated man I’ve ever met, only one thing’s for certain. He’s going to destroy me.
20
Thorsen
“Thorsen.” Dr. Blom shuts the office door behind him and takes a seat across from my desk.
Plucking a piece of the stern from my pile, I examine it, trying to determine the best way to maneuver it into the designated space.
“I see you have another one,” he notes. “How many is that now?”
“Ten.”
Ten of the same model ships. None that have lasted more than a week. I don’t think it’s so much about the end result anymore but rather a distraction from these meetings. If I could get away with hauling the ship in all its varying pieces to the rest of my meetings throughout the week, I would.
“I spoke with Calder yesterday,” Dr. Blom informs me. “He told me what happened between you.”
Discarding the piece I’m not quite certain about, I opt to search through the pile for something else. Something more familiar.
“Would you like to share your thoughts?” he prods.
“Not particularly.”
For a minute, the sound of the clock is the only noise in the room. But I know Dr. Blom isn’t finished. Not even close.
“He said you hit him.”
My fingers freeze, seemingly immobile, as the image of shock on my brother’s face returns to my mind. I’ve never hit him. Even when we were young, and he would piss me off, I never once thought about really hurting him. But when I saw him trying to take Ella from me, I wanted to murder him. A part of me wants to believe it was all a dream. That’s the only way I can rationalize it.
“I didn’t mean to.” My brows pinch together. “It just happened.”
“Because there was a misunderstanding?” Dr. Blom answers. “He thought it was business as usual with this new woman. That you two would do what you’ve always done. But that bothered you, and you didn’t tell him so.”
I tug at the collar of my shirt and wonder what Ella’s doing right now. I left her in my bed yesterday, and she slept there all night. This morning, I gave Lisbet instructions to bring her breakfast, and I left the door open for her. She’s free to roam the house now, but that lingering question is still there. Will she try to leave me?
“Do you like this girl, Thorsen?” Dr. Blom invades my thoughts. “Is that why you felt compelled to hurt your brother?”
“No.” I stare at the blurry pile of pieces in front of me. “I don’t feel anything.”
“It’s okay if you do,” he says. “I understand how these new feelings could be frightening for you. I don’t think you’ve allowed yourself to like anyone in a very long time.”