Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
He moved fast. Wicked fast. Then Deke’s body was again all up in her space and his hand was curled tight around her throat, his cat still in charge. And the air instantly turned thick and static—not with a bad tension: with a very sexual tension.
Two blinks later, Deke was staring down at her, his eyes twin pools of heat. “You have no clue what you’re doing,” he said, his voice like crushed gravel. “No clue how hard and rough I’d use you.”
“So show me,” she dared.
His grip on her throat flexed, and she thought he’d let her go. Thought he’d step back and urge her to leave.
He didn’t.
He cursed, tightened his hold, dragged her closer, and then brought his mouth crashing down on hers.
Oh, Lord above, the kiss went from zero to a hundred in a second flat. And it was just as she remembered—feral, bruising, uninhibited. His free arm became a band around her waist, pinning her against him. She wrapped her own arms around his neck, arching into him, her breath hitching as she brushed against his hard cock.
He kissed her so hard and long her lips throbbed. As if he was determined to imprint his own on them. The whole time, she ground against him, craving the friction, feeling herself become damp.
Her lungs burning for air, she pulled her mouth free … at which point he jerkily whipped off her tee and began impatiently stalking forward, forcing her to back up. Catching her by her hips, he brought her to a sharp halt, none-too-gently twirled her around, and then bent her over the back of the sofa … all in the space of what felt like three seconds.
She blinked. Well.
A growl vibrating in his throat, he roughly shoved down her leggings and panties. A hand boldly cupped her pussy from behind and swiped a finger between her folds, finding her slick. That same finger plunged inside her, and another abruptly drove deep mere seconds afterwards.
“Fuck them,” he rumbled, the words so gruff they were barely comprehensible.
With pleasure. She threw her hips back again and again, taking his fingers as deep as she could; listening as he snapped open the buttons of his fly with his free hand in one swift, almost violent movement.
Something hard and warm then bumped the globe of her ass. His fingers disappeared, quickly replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Oh, now they were getting somewhere.
He gripped her ass tight. “Should have done this years ago.” He rammed his hips forward, burying himself balls-deep in a single, forceful thrust.
Bailey jolted with a shuddering breath as she found herself speared by at least nine solid inches of thick, long cock. Damn, he had some girth on him. How awesome.
She didn’t like that he was holding himself so still. She could almost feel him trying to gather his control so he didn’t take her too hard. Neither she nor her snake wanted or required him to be careful. “Remember you said you don’t hate me?”
“Yes,” he grunted.
“Fuck me like you do.”
He snarled deep in his throat. And then he was brutally pounding into her, cramming every wide inch of his shaft inside her again and again. It chafed and strained against her tight, super-sensitized inner walls. She had no complaints, though. Not when he tunneled so deep, his angle perfect. She didn’t just take it, she reveled in it.
“Never fucked a pussy this tight.” Deke groaned as her inner walls rippled around his dick. Too many times he’d wondered—even jerked off thinking about—how it’d feel to be buried so deep inside her. The moment felt almost surreal, because he’d never thought it would really happen. Not when he’d been so sure she despised him with every breath she took.
How this was happening when his cat was having a weird fucking crisis, Deke didn’t know. It shouldn’t have been possible that she could manage to anger his cat to such an extent that it would fall for her trick—the animal wasn’t exactly easy to manipulate.
But she’d kept pushing and pushing, goading and goading, until anger and arousal blended. His cat’s protests died as the feline sought an outlet. This outlet. And now, everything Deke felt where she was concerned just spilled out of him.
Need.
Frustration.
Desperation.
Possession—a feeling that had solidified in his veins the moment he’d jammed his cock inside her.
Still hammering hard and deep, he smoothed a hand up her sleek back, unsheathed the tips of his claws, and then sliced into her bra. It fell to the floor beneath her in pieces.
She grumbled something about it being her favorite bra—he didn’t properly take in the words, his focus ensnared by the score marks he’d accidentally left on her back. They were only thin red lines that would be gone within the hour, but they made his balls tighten and his cock ache.