Wild The Complete Series – Wild Attraction, Wild Temptation, Wild Addiction (Wild #0.5-2) Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Wild Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
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Like it can wash away what I feel inside, on the outside.

Like the red-hot sting can seep into my skin and burn through the clusterfuck of emotion I don’t want to feel.

Because, god fuckin’ dammit, I don’t want to fall in love with him. I don’t want to feel the way I do because of real emotion. Unmanageable feelings.

But I do. I want this sickening feeling in my stomach to be because I’m falling for my twat, as he calls himself. I want it to be because my heart and soul are in agreement and there’s nothing they want more than him.

Just him.

Mostly, I wish I didn’t feel a thing.

Love or addiction, it doesn’t matter. It still fucking hurts.

I kill the water without washing my hair or soaping my body and wrap myself in a towel. Feeling no calmer than before, I walk into my room and pull on some underwear and some shorts. Then I roughly tug a tank over my head.

My temples are throbbing. Pounding. It’s almost painful, and I rub the towel across it. I grab my brush and yank it through my hair. Every movement shows the unending conflict and pain inside me.

I throw the towel to the floor and walk out into the front room. Angus is whining at the door, so I open it and let him out. He’ll just jump out the open window in the lobby.

The door slams too harshly, but no sooner have I closed it than it opens again.

I spin at the same time that I’m grabbed and slammed into the door. Lips cover mine harshly, the feel of fingers digging into my biceps painful and sweet at the same time.

The material of Tyler’s shirt curls beneath my hands as I fist it. I pull him closer. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, battling against mine. His teeth nip my bottom lip and he gently sucks after each bite, soothing the sting, but right now, I don’t care.

I want the sting. I want the physical to overpower the mental. I want him to tear off my clothes, pin me against this wall, and fuck me so hard that I can’t feel anything but him moving inside me.

He dives his hand into my hair and tugs. Hard. I whimper into his mouth as the jolt of pain registers through my nerves. And despite what my body is screaming for, my mind is yelling that this is the worst thing I should be doing.

I shouldn’t be surrendering to him this way. I should be fighting him.

I should be pushing him away from me because sex won’t solve it.

With one final deep kiss, I release his shirt, flatten my hands against his shoulders, and shove hard. He steps back, letting me go. I shake my head and move around him. Away from him.

“What the fucking hell was that, Liv?” he says between clenched teeth.

I run my fingers through my wet hair to untangle it. “I used the door. Just like you told me to, remember?”

“I didn’t mean use it halfway through the bloody shoot and fuck me up for the rest of it!”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry if needing to get the hell out of there before I murdered your model was a burden to you!” My voice echoes around my apartment.

He takes a deep breath. His nostrils flare, his chest heaves, and his eyes pin mine with an intensity I feel rushing through every single one of my veins.

“Explain. Now.” Not a question. A demand. A harsh, final demand.

I storm past him and stop in the middle of the room. “That. Her. I couldn’t watch it! The way she was throwing herself at you. She wasn’t even playing the camera. She was playing you!” My gut wrenches with the thought.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m a model. I know how it works. She wasn’t interested in anything except what’s in your fucking pants!” I wrap my arms around me like a safety net, turning. “I couldn’t fucking watch her sitting there drooling over you and shoving what are probably fake tits toward you, knowing you were looking at her. Knowing you were watching her every goddamn move!”

“I’m not interested in her!” He steps forward. “Fuck. All I see is you, Liv. Every time, it’s you!”

“That doesn’t matter!” Tears really do burn my eyes now. “You were watching her. Her…” My voice trails off on the last word.

Tyler walks toward me, and I back up until I hit the wall. With nowhere for me to run, he lays a hand on either side of my face. Leaning in, breathing harshly, each one seemingly pained, he consumes me.

“Stop,” he whispers. “Please, baby girl. Stop. Stop these stupid, irrational thoughts.”

“I’m not irrational. My addiction is irrational. My need for you, my crazy, overwhelming need for you, is irrational. But I am not.”


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