Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“It must be something in that Montgomery blood,” she adds thoughtfully. “Theron might be an asshole, but he’s got that dark, brooding thing going for him too.”
“Solana.” I start to protest, irritated that I haven’t squashed this fascination of hers like I thought I did. But before I can even get into it, a thunderous knock rattles my door.
“Whoa.” Solana’s eyes widen as she looks from me to the door. “Who could that be?”
“I have a feeling…” I drag myself up off the couch and walk over to the entryway, staring through the peephole to find the last two people on earth I expected to see on my doorstep tonight.
I fling open the door, wondering if I’m losing my mind as my eyes roam over a bloodied Clifton. Standing beside him, holding him up by the collar is Judge, and he’s sporting a blood-spattered shirt himself.
“What in the fresh hell—”
“Tell her,” Judge demands, practically shaking Clifton like a rag doll in his grasp.
Clifton’s gaze moves to mine, terror swallowing the light from his eyes. “I retract my offer!”
I hear Solana’s snort from behind me, and suddenly, everything starts to fall into place. She must have told Judge about this. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
“Clifton—” I start, but he cuts me off, shaking his head vigorously.
“I retract my offer! I won’t marry you. I don’t want you!”
“Gee, thanks.” I roll my eyes before turning my attention to Judge. “Are you satisfied now?”
He releases Clifton with a grunt and shoves him away. “I’ll be satisfied when I cut out his fucking eyeballs if he ever looks at you again.”
Clifton heeds his warning by scurrying across the lawn, running as fast as his legs can carry him before he trips and falls face-first into the grass. It doesn’t escape my notice as he drags himself back up that his clothes are torn. Judge has really done a number on him. He’ll probably take weeks to recover. Judge, on the other hand, only has some bruising around his knuckles to show for it.
“Was that really necessary?” I ask him.
“Obviously, he didn’t get the fucking message the first time. So yeah, it was.”
Judge is still fuming, his eyes burning as they roam over me possessively. I feel that look right between my thighs, and I’m sure he sees it.
“What are you doing here, Judge?” I choke out. “I—”
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into the house with him. “What I should have done a long fucking time ago.”
Solana clears her throat behind us, alerting him to her presence, and Judge shoots her a glare as if this is all her fault somehow.
“I think I’ll just…” Solana gestures to the door as she heads for it in a hurry.
“Yeah, you do that,” Judge growls at her.
The moment she’s gone, he turns his fiery gaze on me, wraps his fingers around the nape of my neck, and tugs me against the hard plane of his chest.
“Over my dead body.” His lips brush against mine, the heat of his words singeing me. “Will I ever fucking let you marry him.”
Before I can tell him I wasn’t planning on it, his mouth covers mine, and a fire ignites in my belly as his rough hands lay claim to my body. He grabs my ass, squeezes, and groans before he yanks down my leggings, forcing them off me. At the same time, I’m tugging his shirt free from his trousers, pulling buttons free from holes, then reaching for his zipper. He hoists me up into his arms, my belly bumping against his as he carries me up the stairs. As we go, clothing follows in our wake. I don’t even know how we’re managing it, but our hands are everywhere. Tugging hair, touching skin, branding heat into our bodies.
“Judge,” I whimper as he releases my mouth from his only to drag his teeth down my neck.
“Goddammit, Mercedes,” he growls. “This belongs to me. All of it. Every fucking part of you. Do you get that?”
I make no protests about that as he spreads me across the bed and kicks off the pants around his ankles. Then he’s on me. His body presses me down, his warmth soaking into my skin, his scent all around me.
“Judge,” I beg again.
He kisses me, spreads my thighs and drags his cock through my arousal. I’m beyond ready for him even though it’s only been a matter of minutes.
“Say it.” He brands my face with his fingers, torturing me as his cock throbs against me. “Tell me who this belongs to.”
“You.” The word leaves my lips unbidden, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I emphasize it. “Only you.”
His groan of approval drowns out everything else, and then he thrusts inside me, his fingers digging into my hips. His mouth coming back to mine. Our teeth clash, tongues invading, and I let him fuck me like it’s our last day on earth because I fucking need it.