Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“You can tell me all about that later,” I say, playfully. “Can you fuck me now?”
He grins, and then slowly sinks me onto his dick.
I stretch and burn around him, not having been with anyone for quite some time. At least a year, maybe more. I lost count. So the feeling of being filled, especially by someone that I am more than a little infatuated with, sends shivers up my spine. I clutch him as I hiss through gritted teeth, waiting for my body to adjust.
“Fuck,” he growls, “tightest little cunt I’ve ever felt. Jesus.”
A compliment I’ll take.
“It’s safe to say,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, “that it has been a while.”
Whimpering, I clench my teeth as he finally sinks in all the way.
God. Yes.
Pure heaven.
“You ready?” he rasps into my ear.
“Yes.”
Then, he starts fucking me. Slow and steady at first, the perfect roll of his hips as he clutches my ass, then he picks up the pace, sliding his cock in and out, slamming against me, his huge body surrounding mine. It’s sensational, and the moans of pleasure that come from my lips is loud enough to draw attention, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about a single thing.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck.”
His fingers bite into my flesh and his growls of pleasure send a thrill through my body. Knowing that he feels good because he’s inside me is exhilarating. Blissfully slow, the pleasure builds from the very inside of me, slowly stretching out until I’m so close to finding my release that I don’t even realizing my nails are drawing blood on his shoulders.
“What the fuck?”
The scream, coming from a woman, has our blissful moment coming to an abrupt halt.
“No,” I groan. “No. No. No.”
I already know who it is.
Once again, Esme has ruined a moment.
Wolfe mutters an angry curse, releasing me and pulling away, leaving me empty and ashamed.
Jerking his jeans up, he turns just in time for Esme to rush forward and slap him, so hard his head swings to the side. I press myself against the wall, panting, too nervous to move and take my jeans back. Esme looks like she might just murder someone, and I don’t want to be in her path.
“God, once again, I fucked up,” Esme shouts. “I was coming to tell you I’m sorry, to tell you that you were right about everything, and I find you here with her? With that? What the fuck, Rook?”
Ouch.
“We’ve been over this shit,” Wolfe growls. “Don’t belong to you, Esmerelda.”
“And you’ve made that very clear,” her voice cracks, and for a moment, I feel for her, “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you, god dammit. All this time, and this is all I mean to you.”
The silence in the air is deafening.
I reach for my jeans now.
“Don’t fucking move, you slut,” Esme shouts at me.
I stare at her, eyes wide. Gone is the moment of compassion I had for her.
“Excuse me?” I snap.
“Everything was perfect until you came into town. You’re fucking destroying everything, and I won’t have it.”
“Esmerelda, enough,” Wolfe growls. “We ain’t in a fuckin’ relationship.”
“How many other women have you fucked since you’ve been fucking me, Wolfe?” she screams, and it’s the first time I’ve heard her use his real name.
“Not now.”
“How many?” she shrieks.
“Fuckin’ none. Now I said, enough.”
“I can’t believe you,” she whispers, her voice broken.
Dammit.
Now I feel bad again.
Turning, tears rolling down her cheeks, she runs out of the alley.
Wolfe turns to me, his eyes a mix of emotion. Does he care about her? If he did, why would he be with me? Confusion washes through me, and a touch of hurt that I don’t like. I’m falling for him, and in this moment right now, he’s about to show me if that means anything to him.
Our eyes remain locked for long, agonizing seconds, then he turns his back to me.
He turns away, going after her.
And just like that, my entire world collapses.
11
I’ve felt a lot of things in my life, but deep shame isn’t one of them. At least, not this kind. The feeling coursing through me right now is not one I like, and no matter what I do, I can’t escape it. I got drunk and let Wolfe fuck me, only to watch him chase after Esme and leave me standing like the cheap trash I am.
Okay, maybe that’s a harsh way to think of it, but it doesn’t stop the intense feelings I can’t seem to shake.
I’m embarrassed.
I can’t face him.
I can’t look him in the eye and listen to him tell me it was a mistake. Worse, I can’t sit back and relive the day before, feeling that hopeless, pathetic sensation because I threw myself at him so desperately.
He’s been trying to call. I haven’t answered.
I need to finish this on my own.