Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Looked like the whole opposites attract sort of deal.
Curious, I picked it up, needing the distraction, and turned to the page she’d marked, scanning the words just to see what kept her interest rapt.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.
“Spread those legs and let me see your pretty little cunt.” Heath groaned and ran his fingers through my slit, and I thrashed, wanting to touch him but my wrists were tied to the bedpost, leaving me completely to his will.
“That’s right, look how you’re dripping for me. Good girl.”
He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked all my juices clean.
What. The. Fucking. Hell?
This was what she was reading? I’d expected tender kisses and damsels swooning. Not this. My thoughts immediately went back to last night, wondering what she’d been envisioning when she’d gone after her release.
Wondering if this was the type of shit she was imagining.
My fool mind went even deeper, wondering if this was what she liked when she was with a man.
I tried to suppress the riot of jealousy that pummeled me like a thousand fists, and I turned back to the page.
He reached over and ripped the ties free, and he leaned in close to my ear as he growled, “Now get on your hands and knees. We’re going to see if I can fit in this tight ass.”
“What are you doing?” Raven gasped. She might as well have caught me peeking at her through a gap in the bathroom door with the way the question whipped out of her mouth.
I dropped the book back to the couch like it was a hot potato, and I jumped to my feet and lifted my hands in surrender. “Just was curious about what you were reading.”
Wasn’t sure why it came out sounding like I was guilty. Like I’d pried my way into something that was her own secret.
But there was a tension that was suddenly there that hadn’t been there before.
An awareness that I could feel thudding through her veins and pounding right back into me.
Or maybe I was just assuming it went both ways since my dick was instantly hard, thinking about Raven enjoying those things. In all the ways I’d spent far too much time imagining having her.
Overcome with the urge to pleasure her that way.
All while I wanted to rip out every hair on my head at the thought of some prick actually getting to touch her like that.
Raven’s pale skin was flushed, but she huffed as she walked the rest of the way across the room, grabbed her book, and plopped back down onto the couch.
Though this time, she remained sitting up, crisscrossing her legs in front of her. “Newsflash, Otto Hudson, it’s none of your business what I’m reading.”
Did she think I was judging her? Not even close. I couldn’t stand her thinking she should be ashamed.
So, I was murmuring, “Thought you said you were reading a small-town romance?”
“That’s what it is.” Her response was clipped. Not giving me more.
While I wanted to ask her a thousand things. Delve into her every fantasy.
Okay, so maybe we should have hashed out what happened last night. It had to be the reason my brain was blipping. Too many fucking memories of Raven in a position I should never see her in.
Or maybe I should have helped her pack her things this morning and got her the hell out of here because I obviously couldn’t act cool and controlled when my thoughts had skated in this direction.
The real problem was the possession that ripped through my nerves and fired into every molecule of my body when I thought of her experiencing it with some random guy.
I forced myself to sit, though my knee was bouncing a million miles a minute. Finally, I got myself together enough to look at her. Okay, getting myself together was a stretch. What I was really doing was letting a piece of myself go.
Traipsing a direction that I couldn’t afford, but my mind had already spun there anyway, so what the fuck could it hurt?
“That’s what you like?” My throat nearly closed off around the question.
She still had her attention fully trained on the book, though I got the sense she wasn’t actually reading. She was just…staring at the page.
Creases dented the corners of her eyes, and her head barely shook as she muttered, “What do you mean, is this what I like? You know I like to read, and I like to read romance. I’ve never made that a secret.”
“Not the books.” I pointed at the words on the page. “Is that what you like men to do to you?”
Kept my voice as even as I could, but I still couldn’t stop the wild rage of possession that burned me through.
Charring.
Incinerating.
The way I wanted to beat down any motherfucker who’d been anywhere near that sweet ass.