Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
He stripped off his own clothes, giving me another glimpse of the hard sleek muscles covering his tall frame. Thick strong thighs, protruding biceps, washboard abs. His skin was smooth and flawless, a light-olive tone with a smattering of black hair between his chest muscles.
For as long as I lived, I knew I would never see a man like him again. Too wickedly beautiful for words.
He pushed me down on the bed and lay over me, kissing my neck, massaging my breasts, grinding his hard shaft between my legs. His breathing was heavy and filled with faint growls.
“I’m going to fuck you again and again, Jeni. I’m going to make you see how merciless I can be.”
I didn’t care. Whatever spell he held over me, I wanted it. I wanted him.
He pinned my arms over my head, bringing his mouth to mine. His lips were soft and warm, but his stubble was rough, and I delighted in the contrast. No one had ever kissed me like this, like he hungered for me.
His tongue mingled with mine, massaging and pushing in time to his grinding hips. He worked his hard length up and down my slick valley, almost bringing me to the brink, only to pull away before I ignited.
He lifted himself off my body and kneeled between my legs. He took his length in his hand and guided himself in, watching the act with those intense blue eyes.
Over and over again, he worked himself in and out, bringing me to the edge, but never allowing me the release I needed.
I threw my head back onto the pillow, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Please, please, please…
He knew what I was begging for.
“No.” He flipped me over, gripping my hips and bringing me to him. He was in me again, this time moving with excruciatingly slow, deliberate strokes. “I’m going to make you raw from fucking. Then I’m going to make you come and beg for more.”
I was already at his mercy. He could have anything he wanted. “Just don’t stop.”
He flipped me back over and stared for a moment, a look of wonder in his eyes.
He lunged forward, pushing his shaft deep inside me while trapping my mouth with another searing kiss. I wrapped my legs around his ass and tilted my hips, hungering to have him deeper. Not just his body, but all of him. There was a connection between us that I hungered for more of.
He broke our kiss and began moving at a feverish pace, pounding me toward that sweet, sweet release.
He came with a deep, throaty groan only a man could make. The sound of his voice triggered my own climax and pushed me out of my body once more.
There was nothing besides the waves of sinful pleasure and the sound of his animalistic groans. I felt him pull me into him, into his mind, allowing me to experience his body falling to pieces one wave of ecstasy at a time.
I didn’t know how long it lasted, but when I came back to myself, my body limp and sated, I spotted the sun coming through an opening in the curtains.
“It’s morning,” I said, stroking his back as he lay collapsed on top of me. I didn’t care how heavy he was. I didn’t ever want him to go. He was my dark addiction. We had been fucking for hours, and I was already wanting more.
“So it is,” he mumbled into the crook of my neck.
“I need to eat.” And I could use a shower, but I was too tired to move.
“This may help.” Jack rolled off me onto his back, resting his arm over his head.
Something churned behind those blue eyes, something that bothered him. If I were to make a bet, I’d say it was the same thing that had been bothering him earlier.
“What did you see at that house?” I asked, hoping that he’d answer me this time. When are you going to start trusting me?
He stared at the ceiling for a long while. “That place was evil.”
Yeah, no kidding.
He continued, “But I am not speaking of the sort of malevolence one might equate to a serial killer. I am speaking of something so dark it consumes everything around it. The walls of the home were dripping with it. The soil was saturated with it.”
I’d felt it, too.
He added, “People have died in that house by the hundreds. Thousands were tortured there. Nothing good ever lived there.”
“I don’t understand what it has to do with y—”
“The home was mine, Jeni. I know it was. And if it is any indication of the man I have forgotten, I am unsure it is wise to revive him.”
“You keep talking about yourself like you’re the devil, but you don’t know that. I’ve seen you do kind things.” For example, he saved me at the police station back in Tampa. He stopped Randall from hurting me. He healed my dad.