Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
My wrists were caught, raised, and pinned above my head.
I was trying to rub against him, but there was another growl as he shoved my hips forward, holding me captive against the wall.
I heard a zipper.
His pants fell.
I felt the whoosh of them in the air.
A hand slid up the inside of my legs. He found my middle, one finger went in, and he bent me upward for him. A stroke. A thrust.
I was already panting, already dripping.
And then his hand left and he shoved inside.
Hard. Deep. Rough.
He was not gentle.
I did not want gentle.
I wanted these strokes, how hard he was going. I wanted to be punished.
I swear that I blacked out from the pleasure. It was pulsating, throbbing. It was so strong, so powerful, that I could only cry out as the first climax hurtled through me. It tore me on the inside and I hadn’t been ready for it.
Kash wasn’t done.
He kept thrusting.
He was becoming more forceful with each slide inside, until it wasn’t enough. The angle wasn’t doing it for him, and he pulled out. He lifted me in the air. I felt as if I were flying for the brief second, then he was inside me again. He pushed up and all the way.
My legs were wrapped so tight around him I felt the back of his hip bones gliding with his movements. His back muscles were all coiled and smooth, lithely rolling as one motion as he pounded into me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was back up, my hands raking through his hair, and I yanked him back. This wasn’t just a one-way street.
I felt a second climax nearing, and I dragged his mouth to mine.
That was another battle. He was trying to control me. I was fighting him right back, my tongue sliding against his, invading his mouth.
A grunt from him. His hand began kneading my thigh.
I didn’t need him to help me stay upright. I was doing it all on my own. He was my own pole and I was working him right back.
His free hand slid between our bodies, pushing in for room, and he found where I was throbbing the most.
I lost it.
I started thrashing as wave after wave hit me, searing my body, and I was shaking from that last climax.
“You ass,” I hissed against his mouth.
He nipped my lip. “Yeah.” Then he took control once more, holding my head prisoner, and as he owned me there, he owned the other part of me, and he came with a roar.
I wasn’t sure who won, but there was no mistake that there’d been a full battle between us. I also wasn’t sure what either of us was fighting for, what the stakes were.
Once his body stopped trembling, he let go of me.
My feet hit the tile with a muted thud, and before I could muster something to say, his pants were up and he was turning. He was walking.
The door shut a second later, a soft click, and I didn’t need to look. He was gone.
I fell back against the shower wall, sliding down to sit, and I pulled up my knees to my chest. I had no clue what had just happened, but him leaving wasn’t good.
FIFTY-THREE
Bailey
I had tugged a hoodie over my head and slipped my feet into some shoes when there was an abrupt knock on the door.
My head lifted. I was expecting Kash, but Matt shoved through, his hand covering his eyes. “I can’t wait for permission. Tell me you’re decent, but we have to go.”
His voice stopped everything.
He was scared and panicked.
“What’s going on?”
“Can I look?”
“Yeah.”
His hand dropped and the terror in his eyes had me paralyzed.
“Where’s Kash?”
“I—What?”
“Kash. Where is he?” Matt’s voice rose up. “Have you seen him?”
“I—” I looked at the bathroom. “Yeah. He was just here.”
“But he’s not now?”
“What’s going on?”
“Where’s Ka—”
“He’s not here!” I stepped toward Matt. “What is going on?”
“Feds,” he clipped that word at me, some of the panic easing. “They’re here for Kash.”
Oh no.
“You think…” Our eyes caught and held.
He shook his head at my question, the question that I couldn’t get out. But I noted his response and it was slow. He wasn’t sure.
“I’m assuming our alibi will hold up unless they ask to look for the club’s security tapes,” he said.
A whole litany of curses went through my head. I was loath to hack again. I’d been doing it too much, and too often.
“They threatened Kash.”
“What?” His eyebrows pinched together. “When? Threatened how?”
“I might’ve … done something. They might’ve … I don’t know.” I looked away. I’d been so rushed that night. I’d been desperate to find Chrissy. “I don’t know if they can prove it. They’re here for Kash?”
We had driven to the house, but we hadn’t left the car. I was able to remote hack into their system, and then we tagged a passing car with the signal. I had them following that car until it was far enough away that I knew Kash and whoever he’d gone inside that house with had time to get away.