Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“You did,” I whisper, sliding my hand over his chest until it meets with his. Our fingers lace together and I find myself gently pressing my lips against his. “I’ve just never understood why. Why push me away like you did? What’s the purpose of being an ass the second I walked in here?”
“Because you made me feel something and it scared the shit out of me. My whole life has been planned out for me. Every last detail since before I was born so when something unexpected comes along, it throws me off course, and fuck, Jade. You didn’t just throw me, you fucking launched me. Everything changed when you came along.”
“You really mean that?” I question, feeling the emotions beginning to drown me.
Colton nods ever so slightly and rolls us until he’s looking down at me. “I do,” he tells me. “I’m not going to lie to you, this thing between us still scares the shit out of me. I don’t know what it is, what it means, or where we even go from here, but I know that I’m never letting you go. I don’t give a damn what Nic or any of those friends of yours say, you’re mine now.”
“Even in public?”
He nods, “Even in public.”
Well, shit. Today took a turn.
“So,” I say, needing an escape from the overwhelming emotions that are running so deep that they’re starting to make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of. “You think you can give me one award-winning speech and throw in a few apologies and suddenly claim me like property?”
His eyes bug out of his head. “I … no. Fuck, Jade. I didn’t mean it like that. I ...”
“I’m just teasing you,” I laugh as a blinding smile cuts across my face, absolute joy tearing through me.
He stares at me blankly. “What’s the chick version of an asshole?”
I shake my head. “I think it’s still an asshole, but I guess that means we now have something in common.”
He watches me with his eyes shimmering with joy and everything inside of me warms. How is it possible for this to be so damn perfect? I always knew he had this power over me, but I never knew it could feel so pure, so strong, and filled with emotion.
I better not be falling for this guy because when he realizes that I’m just an average girl from Breakers Flats and leaves me, it’s going to suck, like really fucking suck.
“You’re going to be trouble, Oceania Munroe.”
I raise my chin, brushing my lips gently across his and not even caring that he used my full name. All that matters right here is us. “More than you could know.”
Colton catches my lips in his and he kisses me deeply, sending my whole body into overdrive. My arms snake around his neck and I feel his heavy cock hardening against my thigh. He slips his hand down between us and within moments, he’s sliding back into me for the third time tonight.
He starts to move and my eyes roll to the back of my head. How is it possible for him to hit it so good every damn time?
Colton thrusts up into me and just as his hands lace through mine, a loud alarm tears through the mansion. His body stiffens and fear shines through his eyes. “Fuck,” he rushes out, tearing out of me and flying off the bed. “Get dressed.”
“What?” I demand, calling over the noise as I sit up on the edge of the bed, feeling panic begin to rise within me, but why? “What’s going on?”
Colton rushes into his closet and returns a second later, tossing a shirt and sweatpants at my chest while quickly pulling on clothes of his own.
“Colton?” I demand, stepping into the sweatpants.
He rushes over to me and practically shoves my head through the shirt before grabbing my hand and hauling ass out of his bedroom. “Colton,” I yell. “What the fuck is going on?”
He looks back at me and the panic in his eyes is so much more. It’s not just fear but absolute terror and coming from a guy who so fearlessly stood up against my crew, that’s a big fucking call. “We have to get to the panic room.”
“Panic room?” I shriek. “What for? What’s going on?”
He shakes his head, his jaw clenching. “I don’t know, but my guess is the DeCarlo family is sick of waiting.”
“What?”
He cringes, still pulling me along. “I sorta told Vincent DeCarlo where the fuck he could stick his shitty offer, and possibly insinuated that he could go and fuck his own mother in the process.”
My eyes bug out of my head. I don’t know these people but I know gang leaders and I’m assuming they all work the same. “You disrespected his fucking mother? Are you insane? Do you have a fucking death wish? He’s out for blood.”