Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I didn’t like it.
Claustrophobia clawed, scratching my skin and licking through my hair.
I want to wake up.
I need—
A boot scuffed on the broken-brick floor.
My eyes soared upward, my body twisting to face the intruder.
Instantly, my heart pounded even harder, confused and alarmed, sensing a trap even while skipping with hopeful joy.
Sully.
He stepped from one of the stables as if it held a portal to another dimension. He’d been inserted into this illusion through a simple button, rather than walking through the barn doors.
He didn’t speak as he came toward me.
His tall, muscular frame no longer wore his armour of suits and ties but had traded them in for holey, torn jeans, complete with smears of dirt from hands used to working outdoors. His black and blue plaid shirt was rolled up to his forearms, revealing hair damp with perspiration. The hollow of his throat and sweeps of his collarbone held grime and sweat, begging me to lick and taste a male not afraid of hard toil.
My core clenched as he continued toward me, unhurried and entirely untouchable.
His boots crunched stray hay, his long legs ate up the distance, and when he finally stopped in front of me, I was as wet as if I’d taken elixir, after all.
I trembled as his hand swept up and cupped my cheek.
I moaned as his thumb traced my bottom lip, then speared into my mouth.
And I positively whimpered as he dragged me forward by hooking his thumb against my lower teeth, pulling me into him and slamming his lips over mine.
His tongue replaced his thumb, the tang of salt and dirt tainting a spiteful, nasty kiss. With his finger still wet from being in my mouth, he trailed it over my cheek to cradle the back of my neck, tangling his touch in my loose, long hair, keeping me imprisoned for his taking.
His other arm went around my waist, jerking me into him.
My body responded. It melted against his hard edges and welcomed the bite of his belt buckle. I relaxed into his touch, confused as to the purpose of this fantasy. Why had he loaded me with the threat of giving me to another man, only to appear in his own form?
What sort of punishment was that?
How exactly was I supposed to earn his trust if it was him I trusted?
His tongue dived deeper, sending my thoughts helter-skelter into dark corners.
I kissed him back.
I reached for his hair, scratching his nape with my fingernails, wanting to hurt him for making me need him so much.
I wanted to continue hating him, but that was impossible when every urge said to spread my legs and submit.
His kiss turned vicious, demanding more of me. Killing my ability to think.
I wanted to throw myself headfirst into sex. To fall to the floor and allow him to fuck me. To somehow enjoy and abuse this strange situation for my benefit.
But…
Something…
Something kept my mind racing.
Something kept tugging me back.
Something…doesn’t feel right.
He tugged on my hair, jerking my head back to bite and suck his way along my jaw. He hadn’t said a word, yet for some reason, I feared his voice wouldn’t sound like him.
His touch was hot and erotic and everything I enjoyed but…that spark was missing. That full-body electrocution that made me beg for it to stop but also sadistically wanted to turn up the voltage until we both shuddered with mutual pain.
His tongue fought against mine, hot and slippery, masculine and bold, but…I felt the same way about his kiss as I did about Scott’s kiss.
Perfectly acceptable, arousingly skilled, but…lacking.
Lacking that magic.
Void of the curse Sully had condemned me with.
This kiss was mediocre.
This kiss was from a man I hadn’t fallen in love with.
“Stop.” I tore my mouth away from his.
His lips glistened from shared spit, his tongue ran along his bottom lip tasting me on him. His blue eyes flashed with impatience. “Stop?” He rolled his hips, wedging his throbbing erection against my stomach. “How can you tell me to stop when this is what you do to me?”
I waited for my belly to flip, for my core to liquefy, for my heart to gallop with lust.
I waited for every synapse to falter and fritz, knowing I was wanted by a man of Sully’s calibre.
A man who was rich—not just in money or genius, not in physical assets or skills, but rich in whatever alchemy that’d switched us from normal individuals into the exact needs of each other.
We were meant to be…pure and simple.
And this man…he’s not Sully.
Pushing his broad chest, I squirmed in his hold. “Let me go.”
Anger furrowed his brow. “Silly girl.” His fingers dropped to my hips, digging his cock deeper against my stomach as his biceps flexed, dragging me into him. “That’s not how this works. I’m going to fuck you and—”