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 am no fool, Father.”
He nods, watching me for a moment, and then his face is a mask once more, his spine straight, as he repeats himself, “I cannot leave you in this world unprotected.”
Before I can open my mouth, he kisses my temple and climbs out, my door opening moments later, allowing me to do the same.
My steps are slow as I enter the foyer, and Jasper approaches instantly, offering to take my coat and bag, not bothering to ask for the gun hanging in my right hand. He follows behind me up the stairs. As we reach my door, he rushes ahead, opening it for me and trailing me inside.
I sit on the chaise at the end of my bed, pulling off my heels, and he returns from the closet, hands empty.
“You look just like her, you know.”
My head snaps up to Jasper, finding a soft smile on his lips.
“She was strong, like you. Soft. Same hair. Same eyes.”
It’s true. Boston and I are replicas of her, opposite of my father in every visible way.
He has dark hair and dark eyes, whereas we’re blonde with green eyes.
I swallow beyond the unexpected lump in my throat. “I am not soft, Jasper,” is all I can say.
Jasper winks, bowing once more. “Of course, Ms. Revenaw.”
He moves for the door but pauses as he grips the handle, preparing to close me inside. “Let me know if you’d like me to prepare a few things for you. I’ll be up and waiting, just in case.”
My brows pull, and he walks out.
Sighing, I drop back on my bed, lifting the gun above my face and inspecting the engraving once more.
“A Staccato.”
My body doesn’t jolt, panic doesn’t set in, and I don’t point the weapon in the direction of the voice. My muscles ease, and slowly, I lower it to my chest, and then his face is in sight, hovering over mine from where he stands at the foot of my bed.
“It’s a good choice. Lots of power, little weight.” He presses one knee into the mattress and leans over, his giant, calloused hands planting firmly beside my head. He tips his head, taking me in, and then he whispers, “Hi.”
Everything in me melts. The tension disappears, jumbled thoughts vanish.
My muscles turn to mush, and I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my lips if I tried, but I don’t try.
“Hi.” My voice is light and airy, and I might be embarrassed at such a girly, giddy sound if anyone else were here.
But there’s not. It’s just him.
No embarrassment comes, and I’m rewarded with a gentle nip of my lips, but it doesn’t stop there. He dips down, taking my mouth more firmly, his tongue thrusting inside and reclaiming its place there. My hands find their way into his hair and he groans, shrugging out of his leather jacket one arm at a time. His shirt is peeled off next, and I work his jeans open, my legs falling wide as he drops between them.
“Your mind is heavy.” His cock pushes at the cloth keeping the neediest part of me from him, and he shifts, using the head to nudge it aside, sliding all the way in with a single thrust. “Let’s fix that.”
I moan into his mouth, my legs wrapping around him, and he sits back on his knees, bringing me into his lap.
My chest smashes against his, our mouths crashing once more until he pulls back, eyes a glacier blue tonight. His legs stretch out beneath me, and I fall deeper into his lap, farther onto his length.
“Perfect fit.” He groans, nose trailing along my collarbone and neck. “Slither like a snake, baby. Make your man feel good.”
My lips part, my head falling back, offering him more. Everything. He digs in, his lips sucking on my skin, tongue flicking and licking as I roll my body like a worm, ass pushing back and sliding in, his cock straining against my walls, the pressure alone causing my toes to curl.
I move a little faster, still swaying the way he asked me to, and his hands find my ass, fingertips digging into the skin there. I gasp into the air, so he does it again. Harder.
He tugs my dress over my head, his giant hand wrapping around the back of my neck as he leans away a little.
My eyes fall to his stomach, his abs flexing from the position and I drag my nails down his skin, smiling as he shivers.
A low chuckle leaves him, and then he reaches beside us, coming back with the gun, my new gun, in his hand.
His eyes are locked on mine, holding, his movements slow as he brings it higher and higher. “Mine?” he teases, and I’m not sure if he’s talking about me or the gun.
Still, I say “yours,” and he groans in satisfaction.