Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I laugh. “Oh my god. Of course, you didn’t think Beast was kidnappy enough.”
He grins. “He wasn’t. Fuck that guy. I’m not an ‘if you love something, let it go’ kind of person. I’m more, ‘if you love something, why the fuck would you let it go? Hold on tighter so it doesn’t go anywhere.’”
I shouldn’t be so delighted, but I shake my head, finding myself reluctantly charmed. “You’re crazy.”
“Maybe,” he says, but he’s obviously sharing in my amusement.
I shake my head. “I must say, as your current captive, this isn’t very encouraging.”
“Might as well give up,” he agrees.
I tilt my head to look back at him. “Are you really going to let me leave tomorrow?”
He brushes my hair back from my face, then runs his knuckles along my jawline. “You won’t be going far.”
“Will you miss having me in your bed?”
“Every night.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be sad.” He kisses a little lower. “Lonely.” Another kiss, this time on my lips. “I’ll reach out for you in the dead of night, and you won’t be there. Heartbreaking shit.”
My fool heart drops even though I know he’s deliberately tugging on the strings. “Don’t say that.”
He smirks faintly, tracing the curve of my lips with his fingertip. “You don’t wanna break my heart?”
“No,” I murmur, but it feels like a shameful admission. Like I shouldn’t care, I just… do.
He’s quiet for a moment, then in a more sober tone, he says, “You’re allowed to like me, you know?”
I don’t think I am, but I don’t say that.
I don’t say anything else.
I’m already pulled so close I’m nearly facing him, so I turn in his arms the rest of the way and drape an arm over his shoulder.
He closes the distance between us. My heart skitters, but I know I invited it this time. His lips find mine in the dark and my eyes drift closed as a swarm of butterflies burst free in my stomach.
It’s so easy to get swept up in his kisses. I wrap my thigh around his hip as he rolls on top of me. Since we just fucked, there’s no urgency to do it again. We’re just lazily kissing and touching. I slide my hand around his side and grab his back, keeping his body close to mine.
I very much enjoy the feel of his body beneath my hands. He has a very nice body, so I’m sure I’m not the first girl who has.
The thought of other girls touching him leaves an unpleasant feeling in my gut, but I try to push it away. He tangles his fingers in my hair and angles my face, dominating my mouth, leaving me breathless.
He breaks away to come up for air, but he keeps my head cradled in his hand.
I lick my lips and look down.
He pulls me in, resting his forehead against mine.
“You’re a very good kisser,” I tell him.
“I know. I’ve had a lot of practice.”
I roll my eyes and try to push him away, but he just laughs.
“I’m kidding.”
“No, you’re not.”
He smirks, yanking me closer since I tried to push him away. “You’re the only girl I want to kiss now, so you don’t have to sound so salty about it.”
He’s arrogant and far too audacious, but I settle in and enjoy this last cuddle anyway.
It is our last night together, after all.
I know I’ll still see him, I’m even sure he’ll still have sex with me, but it won’t be like this.
All weekend, he’s had unlimited access to me.
Tomorrow, we’ll go back to him only seeing me when he can arrange it—and I’m learning all his tricks, so I like to think I’ll be able to do a better job of avoiding him when I don’t want to see him.
I wonder how he’ll cope with that.
I know Silvan is accustomed to always getting his way, so if I had to put money on it, I’d say not well.
Chapter Thirty-two
Sophie
Silvan makes the most of his last day with me at his place.
We skip breakfast downstairs in favor of breakfast in bed again.
We binge Disney movies so he can further critique Beast’s moves and find out what Frozen is.
Since he knows this is probably his last day before I make an emergency appointment with my OB-GYN to get some birth control in my body, he does his very best to impregnate me.
He’s crazy.
It’s not news, I just feel the need to remind myself every now and then since being with him is so strangely nice and comfortable sometimes, I let myself forget.
We shower together and get dressed for dinner with his parents. After we eat, he says Hugh will come pick us up so he can take me home. I mostly believe him, but I’m still cautious when we head downstairs and I know I’ll have to see his father.