Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
They remain silent. The guy next to me stiffens and tries to move away from me. My eyes pop open, and I press my lips together to hold back my laughter. I can’t believe they actually listen and shut up. He’s a freaking lunatic and they’re a bunch of idiots. They outnumbered Lachlan by a landslide. If anything goes down, he’ll be the one who’s fucked, but for some crazy reason, they listen to him. Maybe it’s his height and overall physique, or maybe his reputation on the ice precedes him. The doors open and they all file out quickly, muttering apologies and goodbyes. When the doors close, I step away from him, and the laughter I’ve been holding back bursts out of me. I look up at Lachlan and find him watching me with a pissed-off yet amused expression. The elevator stops again.
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” I say between laughs.
“You think that’s crazy?” He lunges at me just as the elevator doors open and hoists me over his shoulder.
I let out a surprised squeak but stay put. There’s really no point in trying to fight him on this. He punches the code and opens the door to his apartment, kicking the door shut behind us. It locks itself automatically. I can’t see much of it since I’m hanging over his shoulder, but the floors are marble and it takes him a lot of steps to reach what I assume is his bedroom, so I know the place is big. I make an oomf sound as he drops me on the bed. He says nothing as he starts ripping off his clothes — his shoes, socks, and shirt. I watch, enthralled. Lachlan Duke is so fucking hot, it’s insane. It’s not like I could ever forget that, but seeing his body, his face, his eyes right now, gives me an immediate reminder.
Everything about him is perfect. It’s as if someone got the best parts from a handful of hot guys and put them all together to create him. My lips part slightly as he unbuckles his belt, my breathing picking up and my body tingling in anticipation. A small part of my brain is reminding me that I’m mad at him, but the bigger part of it is rooting for me to let him do whatever he’s about to do.
“Take your clothes off,” he demands as he works on his belt. I’m still ogling. He pulls his belt from the loops and whips it so hard on the mattress that I jolt with a squeak. “NOW, LYLA.”
Holy shit. Okay. I spring into action, kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my shirt. I stand next to him to take my pants off. His hungry eyes take me in slowly, waking up my entire body, as he finishes undressing — taking off his pants and boxers simultaneously. My breath halts at the sight of him. Before I can stop it, a soft moan leaves my lips, and he wraps his long fingers around his dick and starts stroking himself. Holy fucking shit. No fantasy I’ve conjured in his absence could ever do this man justice. I feel myself grow wetter as I stare. I lick my lips. I’m sure I don’t mean to do it, but I know that I do it, because when my eyes flash back to his, they’re molten.
“You want this? You want me to fuck you?” His hand slows down, as his eyes take in my naked form again. They’re darker than ever when they reach mine, a midnight forest. I inhale sharply and nod. “Or are you too angry to fuck me, De-li-luh?”
Of course, he knows he’s making me angrier by calling me that, but he hasn’t been inside me in three years, and I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me. Right now, I don’t give a shit what he calls me. I can be angry later.
“I want it,” I say, glaring at him through my lustful haze.
“Come here.”
I close the distance between us, stand in front of him for a moment, and drop to my knees. I don’t know if he wants me to do this, but I need to. He lets out a deep grunt when I splay my hands on his muscular thighs and dig my nails in, as I inch my face closer to him. Before I even have a chance to lick him, he grabs my hair and pulls me so hard, tears spring into my eyes. His eyes are cold and shut off as he looks at me. It’s a sight I’ve never seen on his face, but right now, I only care about what I’m doing.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” he says, gripping my hair tighter. I suck in a breath, arching my back to relieve the pain a little.