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)
My cheeks heat, but it’s the pleasure his words stoke more than the mild embarrassment I’m most full of.
Not just pleasure because now he’s hauling me into the bedroom and I know orgasms are forthcoming, but because he gets me in a way no one ever has.
Maybe I am looking for trouble where there isn’t any.
Our relationship may have its dysfunctional qualities, but regardless of how it started, I can’t deny that I feel truly loved by him.
Maybe I’m crazy to have butterflies in my tummy as my one-time stalkerish kidnapper hauls me to our shared bedroom for pre-dinner sex, and maybe he’s crazy for being willing to chase and stalk me when by all rights, he should already have me locked down.
But maybe we’re the right kinds of crazy for each other and that’s okay.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Sophie
Moonlight fills the room when my eyes open.
I’m lying on the floor with Silvan sprawled beside me. We watched a movie last night and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up to him nibbling on my breasts, and only moments later, his cock was inside me.
We ended up on the floor—thank god this rug is so soft—and I guess we fell asleep here.
I try to muster the gumption to wake up Silvan so we can go to our room, but his body is so warm and comfy, I just lie here sprawled naked on the floor with my body pressed against his.
A notification causes his phone to light up.
It’s late and I’m curious, so I check that he’s still asleep, then I peer over at the screen to see what it says.
It’s just a notification about some new follower on Instagram, but my eyes widen and my stomach drops when I read the one below it, a text from someone named Leslie.
“Maybe you need a new girl then.”
What the fuck.
I grab the phone without thinking and try to swipe the screen, but of course, he has a pass code.
What am I even doing?
I put the phone down and try to stop thinking about it, but I can’t.
A moment later, I grab the phone again and try to think what Silvan’s pass code would be.
I nearly jump out of my skin when his sleepy voice rumbles, “It’s 1031.”
My guilty gaze jumps to his. At first, I think he means the time, but it’s much later than that.
“My pass code,” he clarifies, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”
“Um… almost three o’clock.”
He locks his arm around my waist and pulls me down on top of him. “Guess we fell asleep, huh?”
He doesn’t even care that I was just snooping in his phone?
Or trying to anyway.
“I was just… Your phone woke me up.”
He smirks faintly. “Anything interesting?”
I cock an eyebrow. “Yes, actually. Someone named Leslie telling you she thinks you need a new girlfriend.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Leslie’s a guy, babe. Go ahead. See for yourself.”
Well, if he’s going to invite me to look…
“What’d you say the code was again?”
“It’s 1031. Halloween,” he adds, absently palming one of my breasts.
I still feel a little crazy as I swipe his screen and input his pass code, but he told me I could, so I waste no time opening his messages to see why this Leslie person isn’t a fan.
I don’t feel the sense of anxiety and doom I felt when I saw the message on the screen since he’s inviting me to read it, but I’m still relieved when I see the exchange.
LESLIE: You coming out tonight or what?
SILVAN: Nah, my girl’s a homebody. We’re gonna stay in and take it easy tonight.
Then the message Leslie sent but Silvan never bothered to even read.
My lips form a natural pout, and I look down at Silvan’s smug, handsome face. “Find what you were looking for?”
“Yes.”
“Since we’re exchanging passwords, I’d like the one to your computer,” he tells me.
My initial impulse is to say no, but I guess there’s no reason to. It’s not like I have anything top secret on my laptop. “Binx389.”
“Binx?”
I nod. “Like the cat in Hocus Pocus. I had a black cat named that when I was a kid.”
His lips curve up. “You like cats?”
“I do.”
“Maybe we should get one.”
My eyes light up. “Really?”
He nods. “Why not?”
He hauls me aside so he can sit up. My gaze drifts down to his cock hanging between his muscular thighs, and I have to stifle the urge to touch it.
“Why were you cool with giving me your pass code?” I ask instead, redirecting my attention to more important matters.
“Why not?” He stands up, absently rubs his abdomen, then heads for the kitchen. “You want a cold water?”
“Yes, please.” I gasp, realizing I forgot to take my stupid birth control again. “Shoot,” I mutter to myself, standing and heading for the bathroom to get it.
Is it better to take it six hours late or to skip a day and take it tomorrow?