Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Neither one of us said a word.
“The only warning I’m giving you is don’t fuck up my movie, understood?”
We nodded. Despite being as careful as we had been, it wasn’t enough. I’m sure this wasn’t the first time his costars messed around on a feature film. It was basically written in the contract. However, this was my first time.
“I say we use this”—he gestured back and forth between us—“drama on set, yes?”
“Umm—”
B. Night interrupted me, clapping his hands together. “Great.” His cell phone rang, and then he was out the door.
Before I could even contemplate what had just occurred, I made my way back to the punching bag. With a sigh, I grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them on. In quick, steady movements, I threw a sequence of right and left hooks that barely budged the massive bag. It made me feel better, so I hit it again and again and again. I lost count of how many times I struck it.
Anxiously dwelling on the fact that our boss could see our connection.
Until I overheard Aires chastise, “Your form is all wrong.”
I spun and glared at him. “I can kick someone’s ass too.”
“Is that right?” he drawled, sidling up to me.
I ignored his sly grin and answered, “Yeah, that’s right.” Cocking my head side to side, I mocked in an arrogant tone, “I’m a badass bitch.”
“Don’t call yourself a bitch.”
I put my hands on his chest, giving him a little shove. Spewing nothing but attitude, I replied, “You want a piece of me? Is that it?”
His eyes zeroed in on me, amused with my performance. “I just saw you get your ass kicked by a cabinet. That answer your question?”
I snidely regarded him, staying in character. “You scared of me? Because I’m not scared of you.” And to really prove my point, I dramatically threw off my gloves and started jumping up and down, from my left foot to my right, holding my fists out in front of me like a real boxer. “I don’t need any gloves. I can fuck you up raw.” I was referring to my bare knuckles.
“Those are fighting words, little girl. Especially for someone giving me shit about controlling my anger last night.”
“Yeah, now I’m a ninja turtle!”
At a moment’s notice, he spun me around so fast that my back collided with his solid chest, which felt like a steel wall in itself. His sculpted arm snaked around my neck, holding my petite frame captive against his massive physique.
“What are you going to do now? You’re at my mercy,” he rasped in my ear, thrusting his dick into my ass. “You feel that? That’s not me scared of you, Bay. That’s me hard for you. Wanting to fuck you raw. Not so tough now, yeah? Not when my cock is between your ass cheeks. You said you wanted a piece of me. Is it everything you imagined it’d be? Or is it too big for that pretty tight pussy?”
My mouth suddenly felt dry, battling my mind over what my body craved. I hated losing. Needless to say, my mind trumped my body, and when I felt him loosening his hold around my neck, I sprang into action. Choosing to win, I crouched low to the ground to break out of his hold and gripped his arm before swiftly stepping behind him. In one quick motion, I kicked his legs out from under him, and he instantly fell backward onto the mat with an oomph.
I smiled, hovering above him. “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.” All proud of myself, I straddled his waist, leaning forward until I was close to his mouth. Breathing out against his lips, I said, “Not so tough when your ass is on the ground.”
He scoffed. “Where’d you learn how to do that?” Mirroring the proud expression on my face.
“My last movie.” I smiled wider. “I do all my own stunts. I told you, I’m a ninja turtle.”
The last word barely left my mouth before he rapidly flipped me over, and now I was the one under him.
I gasped, surprised by the turn of events. His body was between my legs, with his cock pressing into my core. His right leg was hitched against my ass, and the other stretched out behind him. One hand gripped my left thigh up to his hip, and the other was around the back of my neck, locking me firmly into the mat with his weight.
Looking deep into my eyes, he spanked me hard.
“What th—”
“I let you take me down.” His thumb started to caress my cheek as he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.
The scent of mint and Aires assaulted my senses, causing a wave of sensations.
I smirked despite the urgency running at lightning speed through my body. “Oh yeah?”