Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
“I’ve grown up since then, you know, and I’m not scared of the dark anymore.” As if to prove it, she wiggles her hips, which only makes me twitch and strain worse than before.
I don’t know whether she’s doing it on purpose or not. I only know there’s no containing the erection threatening to bust free of my jeans. My balls are heavy with need. I could come just from touching her.
“I’m well aware, angel.” Pulling back a little, I study her, unsure whether I can believe this is real.
She wouldn’t manipulate me, would she?
How fucking deep have I let River drill his attitude into my head?
This is my Scarlet. She wouldn’t use what’s between us against me.
At the moment, what’s between us is an erect dick that’s about to begin weeping in my shorts.
It would be so easy to take her. She couldn’t stop me. No one would hear her screams.
I could ravage her, and nothing would stop me, not even her.
I practically shake my head. No. She deserves better. More. I’m not going to fuck her like this. I want her to want it. To beg for it. The way she did the night of her sixteenth birthday. I crave it—undoing her, one kiss, one touch at a time. Driving her out of her mind with lust. I want her to feel the same way she makes me feel.
“You know…” She looks up at me through lowered lashes, her perfect white teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “If you want, I could take care of that. In fact, I’d be happy to do it.”
I gulp, my head spinning. Am I imagining this? Like a starving man hallucinating a buffet? “What do you mean?” My voice is thick, full of lust.
“I mean, you’ve taken care of me twice now, and I haven’t returned the favor.” Her cheeks flush, teeth sinking deeper into her lip. “Can I do it now?”
She has no idea what she’s playing with. I shouldn’t let her. I’m not myself, not when it comes to her, but the desire pooling in my gut, in my balls, is overtaking me. I want her mouth on me.
“I… I don’t know.” I can’t believe I just said that. But it’s true, I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I could lose control, and control is the most important thing when it comes to my angel.
“Please…” Her voice drops low and hinges on the verge of a plea. “I want to make you feel good too, and I’ve never had the opportunity. Let me give you the pleasure you give me.”
Fuck, there is no saving me from this woman.
She is heaven-sent, and I’m never letting her go, even if I don’t deserve her. Giving in to my desires and my need for her is the only thing that fills my mind at this moment.
15
SCARLET
This is all wrong, isn’t it? There’s no way I should want him after what he’s done. Usually, when a guy kidnaps a girl, the last thing she wants is to touch him.
Much less touch him the way I’m thinking of now.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise. Since when has anything about Ren and me made sense?
I can’t think straight. When he’s this close and so big and warm and capable of overwhelming my entire awareness, I want nothing but more. More of him. His familiar, cherished smell—one whiff and I’m where I belong, who I’m meant to be. Everything that isn’t essential in life falls away. It’s addictive.
And that’s only one of my senses.
His voice rings in my ears, and its deep rumble vibrates through me when he holds me close. The way he is now, so close it’s like we’re one body.
The feel of him, those rough hands taking a slow tour of my body. They hold magic in them. They have the ability to wake me up and make me crave. To leave me sizzling, burning, and trembling in their wake. It’s enough to make my heart flutter, dancing on the edge between fear and yearning. This is dangerous, what he’s doing to me. What he makes me want to do.
And it’s more than begging him to touch and taste and all the things I’ve fantasized about so many times. More than urging him to take what I’ve saved for him, only for him.
He makes me want to forget everything he’s been accused of.
He even admitted it—and didn’t seem the least bit regretful—yet I want to push it all aside like it never happened. With him, I’m questioning my loyalty and why it ever mattered in the first place.
Especially when he presses his erection against my stomach, a soft groan stirring in his throat. “You mean that?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” It’s painful, straining against the leather binding my wrists. I grit my teeth against the bite of the belt but try again. The possibility of being able to touch him makes the pain worth it.