Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
I bring my hand under her leg, pressing my thumb to the tight ring of muscle there.
She gasps and moans at the same time, pressing into my hand.
“Yeah, you do, don’t you?” I kiss her throat, just above and then below the jewelry there. “I’ll stay right there. You take what you want, hear me?”
I nip at her collarbone and when she drives her ass down, the tip of my thumb pressing into her tight hole, my cock flexes.
“My greedy girl.” I groan. My muscles stiffen as I drive into her. “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna fill you up and then lie next to you and watch as I leak out of you.”
She whimpers, and with two more strokes of my cock, my thumb still playing with her, she clenches, her body quaking, and I spill into her, taking her mouth as she digs her nails into my back. Her pussy convulses around me and we stay like that until we’re nothing but dead weight.
Slowly, I roll off her and take her with me into the bathroom to clean up and she slips into the private restroom attached, coming out just as fast, just as naked. I lift her off her feet, carrying her back to bed.
We climb into the center, burying ourselves in the blanket and she wraps her arms around me with a yawn. “I thought you wanted to watch me leak all over.”
A throaty chuckle leaves me, and I close my eyes, holding her tight. “I do, but I thought better of it, and I don’t think you’d be all that comfortable bleeding all over the bed.”
She hums, burying her face in my chest. “You thought right. Are you … will you stay in bed all night tonight?”
I grip her chin, tipping it up so she can look at me, her green eyes exhausted and content. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She holds my gaze a moment before nodding and burying her head once more.
We lie there in silence for a long time, so long I’m sure she’s asleep, but then her soft, sad little voice whispers into the darkness.
“I killed somebody.”
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper back. “I did, too.”
Chapter 38
Rocklin
For the millionth time in a row, I wake from a dead sleep. My eyes fly open, and I hold perfectly still, unsure of what I heard if anything at all. I reach toward Bastian, prepared to shake him awake, but my hand hovers over an empty space, the spot he was in when I fell asleep now vacant.
A deep groan and muffled shout sound once more and I tense, jerking up in the bed.
Bastian …
I kick the comforters off and jump from the bed, tiptoeing across the thick plush carpet until I reach the black flooring, following the gurgling sounds as my heart beats double time.
A third mumble sounds and my head jerks left and I rush toward the closet, quietly easing it open as I peek inside the dark space. His bare feet come into view first, and I push the door open a little farther, frowning slightly when I spot him lying on the floor with nothing but a pillow, his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.
Pausing there a moment, I watch him.
His body jerks violently in his sleep, his face contorting and thrashing from side to side, lip curling as his hands ball into fists over his chest before flattening on the floor beside him. His mouth moves, words coming out, but they’re so jumbled I can’t begin to guess what it is he says.
I go to him, lowering to my knees at his side and gently run my fingertips over the side of his face, he jerks at first and then his features settle as he turns his cheek into my palm. Slowly his breathing evens out, his hands unclenching, but it only lasts a moment. Suddenly his eyelids twitch, and then he lurches. I’m flipped to my back, a gun digging between my ribs in a second.
I clench my teeth together to hide the wince as I stare up at him and he glares down at me, lip curled into a sneer. Then he blinks and blinks again and throws himself back, crawling on the palms of his hands as he looks from the gun on the floor to me.
His mouth opens, but he says nothing and then he glares.
We stare at each other a moment, and suddenly, it makes sense why he would never be in my bed in the mornings after he would stay the night. Why he wouldn’t share a bed at the hotel.
Bastian has nightmares. Of course he does.
He was beaten by his father his entire life, alongside his sister, as his mother watched on, doing nothing. The one man on the planet he should have been able to trust, the one who was supposed to love him unconditionally, who he was supposed to love in return, he killed instead.