Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Then don’t fucking look at it.”
“Fine.” I snatch his tequila just to be annoying, then crawl off the bed and stalk toward the door. Benefits of being a semi-free captive–I don’t have to stay here.
The TV cuts off, plunging the room into darkness. “Where are you going?”
“Caleb’s room. He keeps his clothes on.” And I don’t have the stupid urge to peel them off.
I hear his heavy footsteps moments before he latches onto my arm and spins me to face him. “He’s at work.”
“Then he won’t mind me sleeping in his bed.”
Jude’s warm breath fans over my face. “You’re not sleeping in my brother’s bed.” And there’s no missing the hint of anger there, the thread of possession. There’s just enough light coming in through the window that I catch his gaze drop to my lips.
“Why?” My voice comes out in a breath.
Jude grabs my chin, tilting my head back. His hard body presses to mine like a furnace and I’m instantly burning up, imagining him naked and pressing me into the mattress. This captivity bullshit is screwing with my head. “Because I fucking said so,” he says.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I find myself wanting his anger, needing that possession. I push on my tiptoes until my lips brush his. “You sound–”
His mouth slams over mine, hard and brutal, cutting off my words as he grips my waist. My thighs instinctively wrap around his waists as a storm crackles to life between us. The hard length of him presses between my thighs, and I moan into my captors mouth like a shameless hussy. “I sound what, Tor?” he breathes against my lips as he moves toward the bed.
“Jealous,” I choke, trying to catch my breath.
Laughing, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip. “Cute.” Then he tosses me onto his crumpled sheets. Moonlight cuts over his massive form, painting him in silvery shadows. God, he’s beautiful and dangerous, like a shot of adrenaline straight into my vanilla life. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself I shouldn’t want him, I do. I really do. But when in hell, I might as well dance with the demons.
He reaches beneath the waistband of his boxers, and I can barely breathe. “Why are you looking at me like you wanna fuck me, Tor?”
Because I do. I can’t even deny it, but I also can’t admit it.
“I thought you only liked cleancut pussies.” He leans over me, skimming his nose along my neck.. “Or were you lying? Does the whole criminal thing get you fucking wet?”
I know if he could see through the dark right now, my cheeks would be red.
. “I bet that little cleancut shit you dated didn’t even make you come, did he?” Sometimes. Rarely. I’ve lost count of the number of times I had to slip off to the bathroom and make myself come. But I told myself it didn’t matter. That sex isn’t important when everything else is so good. Only everything else wasn’t good.
Jude’s teeth sink into my shoulder as his body presses over mine, and my spine bows, body pressing against his, seeking more.
His hand grips my thigh, roughly moving up it, and when his warm finger skims the edge of my underwear, I suck in a sharp breath.
“You want me to show you what it’s like to really come, Tor?”
I was already halfway there just from the press of his hard body, the brush of his lips. I shouldn’t be inviting this, but I’m helpless against it. I need it. “Please,” I beg, utterly shameless.
His thick finger swipes over me. “Fuck me at this wet pussy.” His lips play at my throat while his finger teases me. “Did he get you this wet?” He bites me again. “Huh, Tor?” I don’t think anyone could ever get me this wet, and that’s all kinds of messed up I can’t look into right now.
He brushes over me until I can’t stand it any longer. I’m seconds away from forcing his fingers inside me, when he shoves two of them in. My back bows on a gasp.
“Tight.” He pushes harder. “And wet.” His thumb circles my swollen clit, and I moan. “And so damn innocent.”
His hard cock presses against my thigh as he picks up his pace, biting my nipple through my shirt. “How bad do you wanna come?”
“Please, Jude.” My hips shift, grinding against his hand, chasing something only he can give.
“That’s right. Beg me for it.”
My fingers grasp his hair and yank his lips to mine. Tongue and teeth and a violence I didn’t know I needed.
He buries his fingers deep inside me, then freezes. “Fucking Beg me, Tor.”
“Fuck you.”
He pinches my clit ,and I try to flinch away from him, but I can’t. “That’s not begging.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
His fingers move inside me, dragging along fraught nerves, driving me insane. Then he stops again. I want to scream. “You make me do this much longer, doll, and it’s gonna hurt.” He pinches me again, and this time it sends sparks cutting through the simmering pleasure, heightening it.