Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Kiss me.
He stares at me, and I slowly put my hand up and cup his erection through his jeans. “Show me how angry you are with me,” I whisper.
His eyes flicker with arousal and he jerks my hair again. I whimper, my head pulled back and now only millimetres from his face.
He blinks and regains control, his composure sliding back into place. He suddenly let’s go of my hair and walks back out into the club without saying a word.
I close my eyes. Fuck. My heart is thumping hard. I stand for a moment as I try to work out what the hell to do. I’ve come too far to back down now.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I walk back out into the club and grab the guy from before, leading him out onto the dancefloor. I glance over and see Brock and Ben glaring at me from the side.
Oh shit, now Ben is going to hate me, too.
Ah, what the hell am I doing?
I slowly put my arms around the guy’s neck and smile up at him.
Just do it, just fucking do it.
My heart is beating so fast, I feel like I’m running a marathon. This could be the worst mistake I’ll ever make, but I have no idea what else to try. I lean up and kiss the guy on the lips. He smiles against me and slips the tongue in, his hands dropping to my behind.
We kiss again.
Shit, Brock where are you? Don’t tell me this is for nothing.
We kiss again, and his tongue is really working my mouth.
Suddenly, I’m pushed from the side and thrown off balance.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Brock yells at the top of his voice.
“Who are you?” The man frowns, his face falling while mine lights up.
I don’t have chance to respond. I’m being dragged by the arm out of the front doors of the club, then marched through the parking lot. Brock has completely lost his shit, and, oh God, I may be found in the trunk of a car tomorrow, too.
Have I gone too far?
We get to the car and he opens the door, shoving me in and slamming the door shut.
He goes around to the driver’s side, gets in, and he starts the car like a maniac.
“You are fucking infuriating.” He punches the steering wheel and I jump in fright. He tears down the street, and I hold on for dear life.
“What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing, Tully?” he screams as he pulls to the side of the road to try and clam himself down. “You don’t kiss anybody else.” He punches the steering wheel again. “Do you hear me? You belong to me. Is that fucking clear?” He’s yelling so loud and so angry that veins are popping in his forehead and neck.
I’ve never seen him like this.
His chest is rising and falling as he fights the adrenaline. Then he turns to me and he grabs a handful of my hair, dragging my face closer to his. “You belong to me,” he whispers again.
I nod. “I know, baby.”
The electricity crackles between us.
Then he is on me, his lips taking mine and his hand painful in my hair. He jumps out of the car and comes around to my side, opening the door and dragging me out. I’m thrown into the backseat, and all I can do is watch as he climbs over me.
We kiss like animals. Brock undoes his jeans frantically and slides them down. He wastes no time in taking off my trousers, pulling my panties to the side, spreading my legs, and impaling me in one hard slam.
“Ah!” I cry out. “Careful, Brock,” I whimper.
“I will not be fucking careful,” he growls as he slams into me. “You’ll take it how I give it. Tonight, it’s fucking hard.”
He pulls out and tears my panties all the way off, lifting my legs so they are around his chest, and then he pushes himself back in.
My body instantly contracts around him, and I cling to his shoulders.
He’s furious, like an animal that needs a release.
And I’m in Heaven.
His smell, the weight of his body over mine, the burn of his large cock stretching me wide open—it’s perfect. My hands roam up and down his back and I kiss his neck, but he isn’t kissing me.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
“No.” He slams into me again.
“Brock,” I whimper. “Kiss… me.”
He stills, and in a perfect moment of clarity, his lips take mine softly. Emotion creases my face.
Oh, I’ve missed him.
His eyes close as he holds me tight and we kiss tenderly for a moment. Then, as if remembering that he’s still angry, he slams me hard again, and I know that the short window of intimacy he gave me has now gone.
He lifts my legs higher so that they are over his shoulders, and he buries himself deep inside, coming in a rush. That sets me off, and I shudder as I cling to him.