Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Who am I kidding, she’s already running.
Slowly the corner of my mouth begins to lift because the chase is going to be exhilarating, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
Rising to my feet, I leave my bedroom. The door to Ariana’s room is shut, and it only makes my smile grow wider.
I head straight for the security room and check the monitor for Ariana’s room.
She’s pacing near the closet, only wearing one of my shirts.
Fuck she looks sexy in my clothes.
‘What did I do?’ She stops walking and then covers her face with her hands, and letting out a groan she repeats, ‘What did I do?’ Suddenly she drops her hands and stomps her feet while letting out another frustrated groan. ‘You begged him to fuck you.’ She pulls a self-pitying face. ‘How am I going to look him in the eyes?’
Slumping down on the bed, I hear her mutter, ‘Girl, you can be damn glad you have an IUD.’
Fuck, I didn’t even think of a condom.
Then again, I wasn’t thinking at all. There was only the need to be inside Ariana.
‘He probably thinks you’re a hussy now. It doesn’t matter that he’s only the second guy you’ve ever slept with.’ She lets out a long sigh, but then she lifts her head and smiles. ‘And the first to make me orgasm… damn, it was so good.’
Hearing how inexperienced she is, I feel a twinge of guilt for not being gentler with her, but then she says, ‘Hot damn,’ she falls back on the bed and lets out a happy shriek, ‘Demitri blew my mind.’ She darts back up and goes to the closet to put on a pair of sweatpants. ‘Screw it. That was the best sex of my life, and I’m going to own it.’
When she leaves the bedroom, I sit down on the chair and take a deep breath. My eyes follow Ariana from monitor to monitor.
The way she moves is mesmerizing, and everything about her calls to me.
It’s only been a week.
Still, can you let her go when the time comes?
My eyes narrow on the screen as I begin to shake my head.
No.
I’ve seen her at her worst. She’s pissed me off to no end. We’ve fought. Still, none of that did anything to stop me from being attracted to her.
If anything, it only made me want her more.
ARIANA
I keep alternating between feeling awkward and grinning like an idiot until guilt creeps in and douses all the other emotions.
Dad’s dead.
Standing in the kitchen while I wait for the coffee pot, I close my eyes as the sharp sting of grief floods back.
“My dad died, and I have sex with Demitri? What kind of person does that make me?” I whisper to myself.
“It makes you human,” Demitri suddenly answers, and my eyes fly open. “You’ve had a lot of shit to deal with, Ariana. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
Says the man who just fucked me sideways to Sunday.
I quickly turn my back to Demitri and focus on the dark brown liquid filling the coffee pot.
Deep breaths.
Demitri places his hands on my shoulders, and I keep dead still as his chest presses into my back. When I feel his breath skimming over my ear, it makes goosebumps spread over my skin.
“Do you regret it?” he asks, his voice so low I feel it vibrating through me.
I shake my head and answer honestly, “The timing just sucked.”
Demitri forces me to turn around, and when our eyes lock, it hits me once again. I just had sex with the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
And I loved it.
My stomach tightens with nerves, and then I ask, “Do you regret it?”
His irises turn dark, and the predatory look returns, making me weak in the knees. “I only regret that I don’t have you tied to a bed right now so I can fuck you until I own every one of your cries and moans.”
Ahhh….
There’s a flush of heat in my abdomen, and my stomach explodes into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
Demitri leans down and presses a tender kiss to my lips. As he pulls back, my eyes search his face as I try to figure out what’s happening between us.
His mouth tugs into a grin. “Take all the time you need. I’ll do my thing, and you do yours.”
“What do you mean by you’ll do your thing?”
He gives me a look that promises nothing good for me. “I’m going to chase, and you’re probably going to run.”
Dear, God.
He leans into me again, and my eyes flutter shut from how amazing it feels when his mouth brushes along my jaw. “But I get that you’re not in a good place. I won’t force anything on you.” He pulls back, and when I open my eyes, he continues, “You’re safe with me.”