Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I step into Simone and she looks up at me. I lean down and snarl at her, “That was not fucking cool.”
Slamming the keys down onto the bar, I don’t give another glance to Simone or Lucas. I stomp out of the bar with her taste still on my tongue.
—
Headlights sweep across the dark interior of the house and I stand up from the couch. Looking out the front window, I see it’s Simone, and she’s all alone. That can only mean Lucas must be off fucking that blonde.
I watch from the darkness as she trudges up the steps, her shoulders sagging in defeat. When she hits the light of the porch, I see the same on her face.
Stepping back from the window, I’m there to meet her when she comes in the door. Her eyes flare with surprise, and when she sees the look on my face, they instantly ignite with fire.
The look on my face probably says a million things, but it mostly says I’m done fighting this shit. She crossed a line tonight, going back on her word with me, but I decided she’s not the only one I’m pissed at. I’m furious with myself because I let one tiny kiss obliterate all my resolve where she’s concerned.
I am still pissed at her, though.
For using me to distract her brother.
For being outrageously seductive.
For knowing how to kiss so fucking good I feel like I’m going to die without another taste.
For tempting me and causing me to lose control.
My hands shoot out to the side of her head and I fist my hands in her long hair. She gasps as I pull her to me and slam my mouth onto hers. This kiss is brutal, born of frustration and lust, and a final fall from any grace she may have once had from me.
Her hands curl into my shirt and she fucking growls into my mouth. It shoots a bolt of pleasure straight through to my balls.
I savor her taste just for a minute, but I want more than that. Tearing my mouth away, I’m further weakened by the way her eyes are filmed over with desire and need.
Even though the words are heavy and oh so wrong as I scrape them off my tongue, I tell her, “I’m tired of your games, little girl. No more flirting and shaking your ass around me.”
She laughs at me, and well she should. She hasn’t been doing that for days now since she promised me she wouldn’t. The brat has my fucking number and she knows it was that kiss in the bar that knocked down my defenses and left me vulnerable. She may not have intended it, but Simone is getting what she’s always wanted.
Gripping her hair tighter, I lean my face back into hers and bite down on her lower lip. She gives a tiny sound of pain, so I lick it. Simone responds by thrusting her hips into me, and my rage burns even hotter that I’ve succumbed.
I release her so fast she stumbles forward slightly. I take a tiny step back, taking everything away from her but my command. My voice is harsh…guttural when I tell her, “Get your ass in my bed and get naked. I’m going to show you what happens when you aren’t smart enough to stop provoking me.”
The coldness in my eyes and the lack of intimacy in my tone were meant to intimidate her.
Send her running.
Instead my cock turns to fucking concrete when I see her eyes fire up with pure excitement over what’s to come.
Goddamn fucking, incorrigible brat. I watch with narrowed eyes as she saunters to the hallway, pulling her blouse up over her head as she goes.
I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Part of me hopes to hear her go into the bathroom instead, because if she does, I’m fucking out of here.
Instead, I hear the familiar creak of my bedroom door and the taunting call of her sweet voice. “Come on, Van. Show me what you got.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, and with both trepidation and yearning beyond what I’ve ever felt before, I turn toward the hallway. I feel like I’m walking to my doom.
Or is it destiny?
The urges I have where Simone are concerned are so intensely dark I can’t help but wonder how similar that makes me to him. From that first hot kiss, I’ve wanted to possess and control her, which is why it was so imperative she leave me the fuck alone.
Sadly, that ship has sailed, and I have no clue what’s going to happen once I touch her.
When I walk into my bedroom, Simone is removing her jeans. She looks up at me and holds my gaze as she wiggles out of them. When they get to her ankles, she sits on the edge of my bed and holds her legs out. I note that her panties and bra, which she left in place, are black lace.