Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“I let you play around in that club because you needed the release after last night, but don’t think for a second I’m letting you out of my sight.”
I swallow. “Why?”
“Because my dad told me to,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. “Sure.”
“Believe what you want,” he quips, jaw tensing.
“So where are we going, then?”
He glances back and forth between me and the road. “I’m taking you the fuck home. Where else?”
I rub my lips together and look away. “Impressive. I don’t believe a single word you’re saying.”
“Then don’t,” he growls, shifting gear so fast that I almost fall over.
“You don’t have to protect me. I’m not your fucking girlfriend,” I retort.
“I will protect what belongs to me,” he grits back, eyes fixated on mine for a moment. “You knew what you signed up for when you made that deal with us.”
“Out of necessity,” I add.
“You’re ours.” He continues. “To play with. To use as we see fit.” His eyes trail down my body and the short dress I’m wearing. “And you will do as we say.”
I pull the coat even tighter, but it won’t cover up all my skin.
Fuck.
He drives faster and faster through the city, not giving a shit that he’s running red lights.
“You’re going too fast,” I say.
“I don’t fucking care,” he growls, shifting gears again.
“Why are you in such a rush?”
“I need to get the fuck away from there,” he grits. “Before I turn around and run over the rest too.”
My breath falters. “The rest?”
“You thought those five fuckers went to that club by themselves? It was a group of twenty dudes,” he says, grinding his teeth. “They all frequent that club looking for easy chicks to score and dump while they’re intoxicated.”
“Shit,” I mutter, moving in my seat to grab the door. “Brooke’s in there.”
His hand suddenly grips my thigh, fingers digging into my skin to keep me in place. “She’s not with one of them. I checked,” he says. “You’re not going back there.”
I gulp, but he doesn’t remove his hand, and for some reason, I can’t stop focusing on how each finger splays against my inner thigh and how much my heart rate picks up with every passing second that his fingers touch me.
Slowly, his fingers start to inch up.
“Caleb. You’re speeding.”
“I can’t help it. I want you out of my fucking car as fast as possible,” he grits.
I try to swat his hand away, but he won’t let go.
“Do you even fucking know why?” he says, throwing intense glances my way.
I swallow and shake my head, the alcohol making me feel dizzy.
Or maybe it’s from the obsessive way he’s looking at me.
And the possessive way his fingers inch closer and closer to my most sensitive spot.
“Because since we chased you into the maze, I’ve been living with a goddamn raging hard-on.”
I clench my legs and look down.
My pussy throbs.
It actually freaking throbbed.
Oh fuck.
CALEB
I slowly slide my fingers underneath that partially see-through black dress she’s wearing, her skin damp with sweat, body glitter making her skin look so goddamn edible I just want to take a bite.
I swallow back the lust, but it’s impossible to stop as my fingers slowly dip between her thighs.
I know I’m not supposed to do this because Ares wants to share her.
But I can’t help myself.
Whenever I’m around her, all I want to do is touch her, taste her, lick her, consume her, impale her on my rock-hard cock until she mewls my name.
Goddammit, what the fuck is happening to me?
I shake it off, but I don’t take the palm of my hand off her pussy.
She whimpers when I push the pad of my thumb down.
She hates me just as much as I hate her, yet …
I nudge her legs apart and circle around with my fingers, sliding across her panties until I can feel the wetness straight through the fabric.
She averts her eyes, but I can see her bite her lip, and the mere sight alone makes my bulge strain.
I straighten my jeans, but none of it helps to get rid of this growing need to hit the brakes, grab her face, and smash my lips on those rosy lips of hers.
God-fucking-dammit.
What the fuck has she done to me?
I hit the gas even harder despite going far beyond the speed limit, but nothing’s gonna stop me from getting to my goal as fast as possible.
But my fingers have a mind of their own as they play with her, circling her damp panties until her breath comes out in short gasps. And fuck me, that sound alone could make me come right here, right now.
And I hate it. I fucking hate how much she makes me want her.
“You’re going too fast,” she mutters as I slip across the road.
But I couldn’t care less about safety right now.
“Unzip me, Crystal,” I growl.