Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” I told him, crossing the distance between us.
He backpedaled, but that didn’t stop me.
“I need you to be rough.” I grasped the sides of his cut. “I need you to show me I’m alive.”
He didn’t ask me if I was sure. I don’t think he was capable of asking any questions in that moment. He had been hanging by a thread, and I’d just cut it.
His hands were all over me, tearing at my clothes. Mouth on mine, teeth opening up my lips, making me taste blood. Mine. His.
We didn’t waste time getting completely naked. We couldn’t. There would be time for that later.
“I had to entertain the thought I’d never do this again,” Colby growled, pushing his finger inside of me.
I gasped in ecstasy.
“I fuckin’ thought I’d never taste you again.” His finger was no longer inside of me. It was in his mouth.
“You put yourself in danger.” His eyes danced with ire, intensity, fear, lust … so many fluctuating emotions. “And you fuckin’ fought for yourself. Saved someone. I’m so goddamn proud of you.” A glimpse of tenderness shadowed his face but that was quickly gone, replaced by a desperate need.
I was spun around, my hands automatically splaying on my kitchen counter.
My jeans and panties were pushed down. I stepped out of them, about the only thing I did other than lean against the counter, panting, desperate for him.
“Need to hurt you,” Colby bit out from behind me.
“Yes,” I hissed right before his hand came down on my ass.
The pain was exquisite.
I thought it would last longer. That he’d punish me thoroughly. But Colby didn’t seem to be able to do that. Seconds after his palm came down on my ass, he was inside me.
I cried out at the magnificent intrusion, at him brutally pulling my hair, pumping into me without mercy.
I knew my orgasm would obliterate me. I knew it would happen quickly, what with all the adrenaline already running in my veins.
I needed to say something before I lost all sense.
“Colby,” I gasped.
“Yeah, take me like a good fuckin’ girl.”
My body responded like it always did to that praise. In a big fucking way.
“Colby,” I tried again, my vision clouding, limbs coiling. “I love you.”
He couldn’t stop, I knew he couldn’t. I’d told him this at the best possible moment, when he was seized by the animal inside him.
“Sariah,” he continued fucking me harder than he’d ever done.
I cried out, unable to comprehend sound, space, fuck, anything but the way Colby was ruthlessly fucking me.
He growled, teeth grazing my neck as I came around his cock, pulling his own climax from him, both of us reveling in the beauty of our coupling.
I was alive.
That much was very fucking clear.
“This is going to hit you at some point,” Colby murmured.
We were in bed.
Naked.
There had been sex.
A whole lot of sex.
And a shower.
Where there was more sex.
So there hadn’t been much talking.
I’d stayed relatively quiet, apart from my obligatory sexual phrases. I’d said enough. I’d said the three words that had been simmering inside of me for months. And uttering them had been more terrifying than pulling the damn trigger today.
Colby didn’t say it back. I didn’t need him to. I wasn’t unsure about our relationship. He had made it clear how he felt about me every fucking day. He’d made it clear for years.
“What? The sore muscles from the acrobatic sex?” I deliberately misinterpreted him. “Yeah, I need to work out more.”
He nipped my lip in warning. “You know what I mean.” His arms were wrapped around me. “Pulling that trigger, it’s going to hit you.”
Ah, there it is. One of the subjects I’d been dreading.
I wasn’t sure which I dreaded more, talking about this or my ‘I love you.’ No, I knew. The mushy stuff was a little scarier than speaking about the man I killed.
“It might,” I hedged.
Colby must’ve heard the edge to my voice, tilting his head down to survey me. “You ended someone’s life, poppet. Even though he was a piece of shit, he was a human being. It’ll fuck with you.”
He was speaking from experience. That I didn’t doubt. We didn’t talk about the club a whole bunch. I wasn’t one of the Old Ladies who needed to know every little detail. The men broke the law in various ways, I knew that. Colby had reason to clean blood off him after coming in the front door every now and then. He had reason to be constantly armed. He knew how to kill people.
He had killed people.
And it fucked with him.
Because he was Colby. And although he was a really hot badass, capable of kicking ass and taking names, he also had a heart underneath that. A kind one at that.
It was scarred, to be sure, after what he’d been through, but it still remained soft. Parts of it hadn’t been calcified.