Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I don’t let her go, though I’m sure she was counting on me being too stunned to keep her in my grasp. I squeeze her wrists in my palms and press my forehead to hers, blood flowing from my busted nose and dropping onto her chest, staining her dress and rolling between her breasts.
“As I was saying before you went apeshit”–I grit my teeth, my voice scratchy and low—“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
She gasps, her body tense as she pushes her head back against the headrest to get as far from me as possible. I don’t give her an inch, my torso across the center console, my chest pressing against hers.
I can taste my blood as it dribbles onto my lips, the salty familiarity of it sharpening my instincts. This is just another fight. I’ve been in plenty of them. But never one with someone like her. Never one with a woman, and certainly not one with a woman who looks like Olivia. She’s a violent fucking angel.
“I asked you a question, princess.” I back off just a hair, just enough so that I can stare into her eyes as she glares back at me.
“What was I doing? I was trying to kill you, asshole.” She bares her teeth, her gaze darting to my lips.
For a moment, I think she might try to bite me. The thought makes my dick jerk against my zipper, and that’s when I realize I’m hard as fuck right now.
“You busted my nose,” I say matter-of-factly.
One side of her mouth curls up in a smile. “Good. I hope it hurts.”
I smirk down at her.
She finally falters, her lashes flickering as she shivers and looks away.
“Afraid, princess? You should be. You know who I am.”
“I’ve heard how you treat women. I know what to expect from someone like you.”
Someone like me? She acts like she knows me. She has no fucking idea. I’m ten times worse than whatever her coddled little mind could dream up. “And what’s that?” I squeeze her wrists harder.
“This. And worse.” She meets my gaze again, fire in her eyes. “I’ll fight you. I won’t make it easy for you.”
“Who said I wanted you easy?” I glance down at her chest, at the way my blood rolls along her smooth skin, sliding across the top of her breasts and marking the fabric with me. It’s fucking hot. Pornographic. The only thing that would make it better is if it was my cum instead of my blood. That goddamn mental image fires through my brain like a nail gun, ripping and shredding the fine threads of my control.
“Get off me,” she growls, the look in her eyes verging on feral.
“I don’t know if I can. You might try to kill us both again.”
“I’m dead anyway.” She shrugs.
She’s right, of course. My father never intended to return her to her family. This kidnapping isn’t going to have a happy ending, but she’s smart enough to know that. Smart enough to fight. She’s still a spoiled little princess, but she’s got some backbone for a Fernandino. I’ll give her that.
I lean back, and she takes a breath as if she was afraid to breathe too loudly when I was so close to her. Like I’m a wild fucking animal. And I suppose I am.
“Can’t control me, so I guess it’s the trunk after all?” Ridicule drips from her tone. “Pathetic. The Talettis aren’t so tough. Can’t even handle a princess.”
The sass on this girl. It’s slowly blowing my goddamn mind.
I should put her in the trunk. But I don’t. I like looking at her too much. I let go of one of her hands, then grip the front of her dress and yank.
She screams. Her tits spill from the fabric, their dusky nipples hard and begging for my teeth. Jesus, the body on her. Curvy and soft, full tits that I could squeeze together and fuck.
I take her wrist again, then pin both of them in one hand as I stare at her body, at the way my blood mars her skin.
“You fucking creep!” she yells and tries to escape my hold, but she gets nowhere. I get a nice view of her tits bouncing, though, and fuck, I think about dragging her out of the car and taking her on the side of road. Pushing her down in the high grass and taking everything I want.
But I don’t have time for that. Her brothers are probably already on my tail. We have to get moving. Now.
Reluctantly, I pull her dress back up, the tattered fabric barely concealing her perfect tits.
“Don’t touch me!” she screams and thrashes.
“Keep doing that, and your dress will fall down again. If that happens, I can guarantee you I’ll stop this goddamn car and suck your nipples until you beg for me to fuck you. So keep it up, princess.”