Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
“Me? You. . . you conceited, over-privileged asshole. You’re the one who did the breaking. You have since I was thirteen!”
“Jesus, you want to argue about what I said to you when you were thirteen?”
“Yes! I do. Because all that shit stuck with me.”
I twist around, inhaling a deep fucking breath, needing a moment to process all this bullshit. Exhaling, I turn to face her. “It was teenage bullshit.”
“It was cruel.”
There she fucking goes again. My hands go up. “You weren’t any better! This whole acting like a martyr bullshit is over the top. Cuffing someone to a bed and leaving them is cruel. Poking fun at your glasses was child’s play.” Her eyes blaze. Her hands clench into fists. “What now? Did I hurt your feelings? You going to tie me to the fucking dumpster this time?”
I have half a second to prepare before her fists come at me. I capture them in my large palm, and she struggles to break free. “Let me go, you asshole.”
“Not a chance. Calm down first.”
“No! Let me go so I can sock you in your pretty little face.”
I tighten my hold and pull her body into mine. “You think I’m pretty, huh?”
She scoffs as if I just suggested the most ridiculous thing ever. But the thing is, I know that’s exactly what she thinks by the way her body shivers against mine.
“You are a vile man.”
“How so?” I ask, letting a fist go. I take my chances that she won’t slug me in the nose and wrap my arm around her waist, securing her even closer. I love the way her lips part. She wants to fight back but struggles to spit out a rebuttal. To be honest, I’m having the same problem.
“You disgust me.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, old news. You already made that one clear.” I dip my head, bringing our lips closer. Hell knows why. I need to run far away from this basket case—not closer.
“If you even think for one second—”
I don’t. Without another thought, I press my mouth to hers. Swallowing her gasp, I take what I want, spreading her lips in an open invitation. Her arms circle my neck, and her fingers lace through my hair. I pick her up, and her legs willingly wrap around my waist as I press her against the brick wall.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” I growl, sucking on her bottom lip, gently clasping it between my teeth.
“You’re just as unbearable,” she moans, gripping my hair so tight, I swear she’s gonna rip a chunk out.
Fuck, she sets me on fire. I push her cotton dress up. “Good. Glad we got that out of the way.” My fingers dig into her thighs as I press into her. She expels a sharp breath, and I find it sexy as hell. My hands skate up further. My jaw clenches as my fingers graze her pussy. “I’m going to guess this isn’t for me? You’re wet for someone else. Someone less disgusting?” I press my thumb against her wet panties.
“So not for you. If you think you would ever get me wet—ahhh. . .”
Pushing her underwear to the side, I slide a finger inside her. She’s fucking soaked. I press her harder against the wall, then slip in another finger. The way she grips me with each stroke has me harder than steel. I want so damn bad for my mouth to be where my fingers are. The taste of her sweet cunt on my tongue while I fuck her with my mouth.
I pick up my rhythm, loving how her body trembles around me—how she fights but can’t deny me. She pants, trying to hold her moans back as I thrust in and out of her.
“Tell me how much you hate this.” I add a third finger. Her head falls back, and I take advantage, placing my mouth along her neck.
“I hate you,” she moans, working her hips against my hand. My lips curl into a knowing smile. She far from hates me right now.
“Sure about that, sweetheart?” I ask, taunting her further. I hook my finger, pressing against her G-spot, and she loses the battle. Fuck, I love the way she buckles around me. The way her fingers clench in my hair, holding on for dear life as her orgasm takes over.
I continue to work her, fighting off the urge to replace my fingers with my cock. The thought of her cunt hugging me like she’s doing my fingers. Fuck, I need her. Now.
But this is not the place.
She’s becoming dead weight in my arms, so I drop her legs and guide her skirt back down.
“Shit, Mak. That was—”
The door kicks open, and she shuffles back as her friend rushes through. “There you are. I was worried about you. Is. . . everything okay?” Her eyes dart between us.