Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
"You're the one who broke in. And you're awful cranky for a giant doing illegal things, just so you know," she huffs, and I have to fight a smile. She's not wrong about that—well, not about the cranky part. I've always been a crabby motherfucker. But I'm only teasing her. There's not a chance in hell that I'm letting her go to jail or anywhere else.
"So if the police come, I'm not going to jail," she continues. "You are. I rented this place from the owner." She eyes me up and down, trying like hell to slap a haughty, severe look on her face. But she couldn't pull it off if her life depended on it. Like I told her, she's soft. Sweet. "If you're afraid to sleep in the woods, don't be. I'm pretty sure you're grumpier and bigger than the bears. You'll probably be fine."
"Probably, huh?"
She shrugs one delicate shoulder. "Dum spiro spero."
"You hope I survive, or you hope I get eaten by bears?" I ask, grinning at her.
"You know Latin." She blinks at me, clearly shocked.
"Enough to get by. Which is it, pretty baby?"
"Neither." She bats her lashes at me, all mischief and innocence. "It means so long as you're alive, there's hope. You're alive, so there's hope you won't be eaten by bears when you spend the night in the woods."
"I'm not sleeping in the fucking woods, little girl. When did you rent this place?"
"Yesterday."
Her answer sends my blood pressure spiking.
"Son of a bitch," I growl, pinching the bridge of my nose. The previous owner rented the place to her, knowing that it wasn't his to rent any longer. What a fucking prick. "You were scammed. I'm the owner. I just bought the place at auction last week."
"You're lying."
"Afraid not, little angel," I say quietly.
Doubt trickles into her expression as her eyes run across my face, looking for any hint that I'm lying to her.
I stare back, unable to look away.
Goddamn. Would she kick my ass if I squeezed my cock right now? She has it so hard I can't think. She's so fucking pretty, and it's been a long damn time since I've had much beauty in my life. Hell, it's been even longer since I've had anything soft. And she has soft written all over her.
In fact, she has pretty little princess practically stamped across her forehead. My pretty little princess, as a matter of fact. My balls are about to fucking burst for her.
We can't have that, now can we, Daddy?
An image of her sitting on my lap, mischief in her eyes as she reaches for my cock slams into me. She's naked, her skin glistening with sweat, covered in my love bites, her belly round with my kid.
The image fades before she wraps her hand around my dick, but it's so strong I damn near come in my pants.
Jesus Christ.
A growl rumbles in my throat, and I have to fight the urge to storm across the room to her side. I want to own her, to possess her, to bend her to my will and rule her entire fucking world. No. I don't want it. I need it.
I shift against the wall, and her gaze drifts down. I know the second she catches sight of the erection tenting my pants. Her eyes go comically wide before she snaps her gaze back up to meet mine, her cheeks scarlet.
Her mouth forms a perfect 'O' as she struggles to find words.
"You're…that's…"
"Hard as a motherfucker? Believe me, I'm aware."
She gulps audibly, her gaze drifting down again. "Does…does it hurt?" she whispers.
"Like you wouldn't fucking believe," I growl, far louder than I intended.
She jumps, taking a step back.
Shit. I scared her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I promise, silently cursing when my voice still comes out too loud, too gruff. "You're safe here with me."
She doesn't respond—at least not verbally. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest in a protective gesture that has me clenching my jaw. She's scared of me now, wary. That's intolerable to me. She should never be afraid of me. Not ever.
"I won't ever hurt you, little angel. No one else will either." I'll fucking kill anyone who even tries to put their hands on her. No one touches her. No one even fucking looks at her.
She bites her lip, chewing on it like a goddamn bunny. And I want to be the wolf who claims her. My little bunny.
"You… You can't just…just…" she stutters. The confidence in her voice from earlier has completely evaporated. She's trembling again, too.
"Can't what?"
"Walk around like…that," she mumbles, staring at the floor.
"I wasn't walking around this way until I met you."
Her gaze flies back to mine, her eyes wide and startled.
"You made him this way." I'm going straight to hell for talking to an innocent little thing like her this way, but it's the truth. She's the reason I'm so fucking hard right now, but if she's old enough to get him this damn hard, she's old enough to know it. And she's definitely old enough. She may be an innocent little angel, but she's got woman written all over her.