Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
It’s that single moment of vulnerability when he pants through lips so supple, they melt against mine.
Or more obvious, the way his eyes darken in an attempt to hide the very monster I just brought to its knees.
Violent tremors of my orgasm rip through me as the evidence of every dirty secret between us drips down my thighs.
His thumb circles my clit as the remnants of my rapture forge my body forward and I collapse against his chest.
When my whimpers fall into his mouth around the teasing of my tongue, his teeth snap at my bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he gasps into the kiss he doesn’t finish as his cock throbs against me.
Music lulls us back to the party, and if the thought of anyone so much as seeing him didn’t make my hand reach for my nine, my knees would hit grass to clean him up.
His chest catches my sudden fatigue as I collapse into him.
“I still win.” The bubble of laughter floating up my throat bursts his answer.
“Who said we’re done?”
Maybe it’s through the delirium of my comedown, but I don’t care who saw. Not even Priest. The only thought that orbits my brain right now is that I kind of want to do it again.
Does he like inflicting pain? Is that it? Has he always been this way? And why did the thought of me giving him what he wants fuel me enough to go another round?
Our bodies peel away from each other’s, and not even the wave of heat that throbs over the branding is enough to replace the torment weighing in my gut from the mere distance between us. After tonight, it didn’t matter. None of this mattered.
We would play.
We’d fuck.
Then we’d hurt.
I’m beginning to read the poems sewn into the literature of his carefully crafted lies.
Shuffling my skirt over my ass, my pelvic floor tightens so he doesn’t drip down my thighs.
I fail.
Leaving his belt buckle undone, he plucks a rolled blunt from the table beside him and leans to the side.
“Should we worry where everyone is?” Brushing my fingers through the front of my hair, it flows down one side when I tap on River’s name in my contacts.
“Nope.”
The smoke that was once in his lungs now clouds my vision, as my fingers find the joint he’s holding.
With ganja in one hand and my phone that’s calling River in the other, he’s dragging me back down onto his lap with the curl of his arm around my waist.
I hit the end button. “They’ve probably all run away.”
Heavy smoke fills my lungs as War catches my chin with his hand, forcing my lips down to his. As soon as our lips touch and I release billows of smoke into what’s beginning to feel like a familiar place, the flash of a camera snaps.
Fucking Stella.
The anchor of my arm that curls around his neck holds me in place, since my feet dangle so far off the ground. Monster.
His thumb taps at my chin with passive strokes as he holds my stare. The unspoken pull between us nothing but an invisible barrier.
It might be a good thing that I have tunnel vision when we’re like this, because I can’t imagine the scowl on Priest’s face right now. I’m praying he does whatever he does with his conquests and leaves me be.
Shadows draw around his face and it’s the first time since I stupidly allowed him to collar me that unease crawls up my spine.
My movements stop, eyes narrowed on his. “What are you doing?”
Call me paranoid, but I know who this man is to the very core of his being.
A dark brow lifts, but even beneath the ambience of dim lighting, the pleasure he’s attempting to hide leaves a dusting of color over his cheeks. “You fucked me for assertion. Last I checked, I didn’t it. So tell me. What do you think I fuck for?” The conceit that laces his tone when the final word falls from his mouth has my leg swinging over his lap.
Both his hands land on my hips, forcing me still. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” This time the hardness of his body has nothing to do with the iron he lifts.
“To finally fuck someone who wants to fuck me.” My hand hadn’t even hit his chest to push him away when he catches me by the chin and forces my face down until it’s just him and I and the tension that seems to constantly bathe between us.
“Don’t do that,” he hisses, his tone above a whisper.
“Do what?” Our lips skim.
Both lost in a marinade of confusion, neither of us can take our eyes off the other, even in this close a distance. “You think I forgot that just moments before you were bouncing on my dick, you had another’s hand down your skirt?”