Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Damian growls low in his throat and it’s almost as though she’s turned the page on him. Somehow it went from Damian being the master of this wicked game to Nessa now holding the dice.
His arm curls around her waist and with a sharp gasp, she’s pulled against him as his lips crush down on hers.
I can’t help but grin at the two of them. I know Nessa has some well-earned reservations on the guy, but he’s been wanting this for so long. I didn’t think Damian had it in him to hold out and now that he’s got her right where he wants her, he won’t let go until he finally gives them what they’ve both been craving.
I start backing away. I’ve got my own tall drink of water that I need to find. I get all of three steps before Slade’s arms are wrapping around me and he’s shaking his head at his best friend. “What the fuck is he wearing?”
“He’s in the business of saving lives, you know?”
He rolls his eyes as something occurs to me. I start glancing around, looking through the windows and around the yard. “Have you seen Blake?”
“Umm…maybe. I think I saw him inside.”
I roll my eyes. “You either did or you didn’t?”
“I don’t know,” he groans, throwing his hands up. “I was too busy glaring out the window at my girlfriend who was checking out some dickhead in a speedo.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “You saw that?”
“How could I not?” he grins, wiping his thumb over my chin. “Look, you’re still drooling.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, pushing him away only to be pulled right back in. I’m just about ready to go tell him where he can shove it when Damian pulls away, grins down at Nessa and takes her hand.
She licks her lips, meeting his eyes with hunger as his fingers splay on her waist. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Nessa watches him for a brief second. “You better make this worth my while, Damian Wilder. I’ve just spent a year in Slade’s bed and trust me, that man knows how to perform.”
Damian’s eyes darken as Slade grins with pride. “Trust me,” Damian murmurs. “I got you, Hera.”
The four of us wait in silence as she considers him, silently hoping she’s got what it takes to put Damian out of his misery. Then finally, after what feels like forever, she nods, making Damian growl deep in his throat and drag her away, more than ready to fulfill his promise of rocking her world.
Chapter 8
Slade slams me up against the side of his truck after leaving the party and my pussy clenches. I’m more than ready to play this little game again. The last time Slade did me like this, I came harder than I’ve ever come before. Maybe it was the fact that we were out in public, in a place where we could have easily been caught, maybe it was the thrill of how rough he was or maybe it was a mix of it all. All I know is that I’m more than ready to do this again. Hell, I might start calling him Sir when he’s rough like this. I bet he’ll like that shit, in fact, I know he will.
“Are you ready for a little fun?”
I groan low, pressing my ass back into him. “I don’t think you can possibly make it any better than last time.”
His silent laugh comes out as a breath of air, rushing against the back of my ear and sending shivers soaring over my body. “Have I ever let you down before?”
“Never.”
Slade’s hand curls around my body, squeezing my waist before dipping low.
My breath catches.
My fingers spread on the window.
My head tilts.
Slade’s lips begin exploring my neck and the anticipation nearly kills me, desperate for the slightest graze of his fingers against my clit. “Touch me,” I beg.
His growl rumbles across my neck as his hand squeezes roughly between my legs sending a bolt of electricity coursing through me. “You’ll be patient,” he demands, curling his fingers under my neck and tearing it back, taking exactly what he wants.
A gasp sails out of me as my hand travels down his arm until it's firmly between my legs, feeling exactly what he's doing to me.
Slade pulls me off the side of the car and turns us until his back is against it and I'm standing out in the open. He pushes me back a step, out into the middle of the deserted road. His eyes travel up and down my body. “Take your clothes off.”
I raise a brow and glance up and down the road. “You can't be serious.”
“Did I stutter? Take. Your. Clothes. Off.”
Holy hell. I clench my thighs. Last time he stripped me out in public, his body was there protecting me, but this is all sorts of being on show and damn it, I kinda like the thrill, or maybe it's the look in his eye that's daring me to challenge him.