Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare—”
I didn’t wait for the rest of his no doubt very passionate, alpha order. I hung up the phone.
It rang immediately.
I snickered, answering it. “You can call me all you want,” I told him, opening my closet. “It’s not going to stop or change anything. You can take out all your anger on me when we see each other. I’m bringing the vibrator.”
“Vio—”
I hung up.
Then I shoved some things in a bag, put on my clothes and did exactly what Elden told me not to do.
I drove across the country, alone, in the middle of the night to go to him.
He was there before me. Sitting on his bike in the parking lot, looking every bit like the hot, dangerous outlaw he was. The sun was beating down on him, and he was wearing dark shades and a scowl.
The motel itself was in the middle of nowhere, but it had a bunch of great ratings because a brother and sister had inherited it as a crumbling roadside motel and turned it into a social media sensation, a throwback to the seventies, with bright colors, every room styled differently with contrasting prints and colors. An ode to a bygone era when there weren’t chains littering the interstate, when people cared more, when family road trips were taken off the beaten track.
I adored it.
Although I didn’t get a moment to properly take it in since my door opened the moment I put my car in park.
“You are in so much fucking trouble,” Elden growled, leaning over me to turn the car off and snatch the keys before taking me bodily from the car.
He threw me over his shoulder. Literally threw me over his shoulder. I let out a little yelp of surprise and delight as he opened the back door to grab the bag I’d thrown in there.
Keys jangled as he stomped us toward a block of rooms. Apparently, he’d already checked in. It was lucky it was the middle of the week in off season since this place was normally booked out.
“Um, is everything okay here?” an uncertain voice asked.
A man in his mid-twenties wearing a Hawaiian shirt, fluorescent shorts and flip-flops had been exiting his room and encountered a biker throwing a girl over his shoulder. And though he definitely didn’t look like he could take Elden on, he had stepped in anyway.
What a sweetheart.
Maybe the world hadn’t gone entirely to shit.
“Fuck off,” Elden grumbled.
I smacked his shoulder and did my best to smile reassuringly from my spot.
“Everything is fine. He has my full consent to do this, even if it’s totally over the top and unnecessary,” I added.
Elden didn’t want to see if the guy believed me or not. He strode toward a door, unlocked it then slammed it behind us.
I didn’t even get a moment to delight in how funky the room was. My bag was dumped at the door then Elden stomped in the direction of the bathroom.
“You’re acting like a caveman,” I pointed out, not struggling because I didn’t exactly hate the caveman routine.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. “I’m so fuckin’ mad at you. Can’t decide whether I’m gonna fuck you or punish you.”
My whole body reacted to the primal tone, the words. My toes curled in preparation for either.
Elden reached inside the shower stall to turn the water on. He set me on my feet, my legs unsteady as his furious, hungry glare fastened on me.
His hand circled around my neck. Not hard. Not enough to hurt. More than enough to melt my fucking panties, though.
“You’re in so much fuckin’ trouble,” he rasped.
One of his hands went to my shirt, a button down. Or it was until he ripped it open and buttons went flying everywhere.
He let out a hiss when it revealed my naked torso. I’d forgone a bra, not thinking it was necessary.
Elden pushed me against the wall of the bathroom as it filled with steam.
His finger trailed down the middle of my chest, my stomach tightening with need as he made it to the waistband of my pants.
My hands went to him, trying to aim for the zipper of his pants, but he caught my wrists.
“No,” he bit out, staring at me with swirling irises. “I need a fuckin’ second, Violet. I’m battling with control right now. I’m so fuckin’ mad at you for not listenin’ to me, but I want to take every inch of you. Fuck you so hard that all you know is my cock.”
Adrenaline surged through me, not just from the words, not just from his gaze, but at the choppy, tight way those words came out. He was on the edge of something. He was battling to keep himself locked down.
This strong, powerful man was coming apart because of me.
I met his eyes, my own hunger nearly splitting me apart. “I don’t want you to control shit around me,” I whispered. “Do it,” I challenged. “Take me how you want. I can handle it. Don’t you dare be gentle with me.”