Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“I can imagine that. I can tell he’s amazing.”
He turns to raise an eyebrow. “You can tell that from one night of conversation, can you?”
I grin. “Yeah, he seems great.”
“Great enough for you to try and work his dick into Janie’s pussy, you mean?”
“That wasn’t the only thing I was thinking of.” I pout like a joking teenager. “I was actually thinking of him being my friend as well as yours, not just about him being Janie’s soulmate.”
I figure Ant will laugh, but he doesn’t.
“Not many people get on with Gerwyn, Cass.”
That seems hard to believe.
“How come?”
“Like I said, he’s a crusader. Got an opinion on everything. Constantly.”
If I’d have had a few more glasses of De Chante, I might laugh and tell him that’s a rich comment coming from him, but I don’t. Of course I don’t.
“What does he crusade about?” I ask, genuinely interested.
“Anti-trafficking, mainly. Battery farmed hens, plastic polluting the ocean. You name it, he’s on it. But yes, mainly anti-trafficking.”
“Wow. Serious, then.”
“Very. You’ll find out for yourself when you get to know him. He’s hardcore on his missions. He’ll preach about everything all night long if you give him half a chance.”
I wonder if I can picture Janie with a guy like that. I really hope so. Gerwyn seems too much of a good call for her to miss out on. A far better match than anyone else I saw in the team. He even has blue eyes and dark hair, minus the fangs, just like she wanted.
I could laugh about that with Ant, but he really doesn’t seem to be in the mood for it.
He comes back over to the bed, standing tall in front of me. He’s rough when he takes my chin and tips my head up to face him, and his eyes are fiery as sin.
“I’m done with talking crap about Gerwyn. I’ve been watching you in that hot dress all fucking night, baby, and I want you out of it right fucking now.”
He doesn’t hold back as he strips me, tearing me out of my clothes, but the rush of terror I get at the thought of him destroying my dress is over as soon as I see the lust in his eyes.
My hands fumble to unfasten my bra, but he pushes them away to do it himself. My efforts of picking hot lingerie mean nothing. He barely even looks at it, way more interested in what’s underneath.
The lights are on, and the windows are tall, and the city is down below us, but Ant doesn’t give a shit for any of that as he shunts me backwards. He’s not worrying who might be watching as he flips me onto my front and grinds his dick against my ass through his trousers.
He tugs my hair back in a rough ponytail, and my princess side is forgotten. Now, in this space, just the two of us, it’s all about me being a slut. Posh dress on the floor or not, it makes no difference.
“You’ve been driving my cock fucking wild and you know it,” he growls at me, thrusting harder against my panties. “That’s why you wore that dress, isn’t it? To drive me fucking crazy and flaunt yourself in front of my team.”
That’s not how I’d frame it, but he doesn’t give me the chance to argue.
“Did you want any of them? Did you want any of their dicks inside you?”
“No,” I say. “I didn’t even think about it.”
“Good. You’d better not. You only ever take the cocks I give you. That’s the fucking law.”
He leans in close so his mouth is by my ear, and his breath is hot and heavy.
“You’d better be quiet when I fuck you tonight, or Gerwyn will hear you scream. He’s right the other side of that fucking wall. Unless that’s what you want, baby. Do you want him to know you’re a slut? Do you want him to see through your prim and proper outfit and know you like to be fucked like a whore?”
No. I don’t.
And I definitely don’t want Janie to know I’m a slut if I really do manage to hook him up with her, so I shake my head.
“I’ll be quiet.”
Fuck, Ant is rough with me when he pins my arms behind my back. He’s a different creature in this place, even more powerful than the Ant I know. The reverence in the way people look at him has been enough to bring me out in proud tingles right through the evening, amazed that this man has fallen in love with me.
But there is more to the difference than that.
The Ant in this place is the Ant I’ve seen snippets of under the surface. Ruthless, and cold, and controlling as hell.
“I’m going to fuck your dirty ass tonight,” he tells me, and tugs my panties down.