Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
King pauses, his eyes darkening. “I promise you, P. No one will ever come near you again. He wasn’t even supposed to be on that fucking yacht. We’ve got some digging to do, but from where we’re standing right now, we think he’s been sleeping with the enemy and he killed a guard to get on the yacht.” There’s so much promise in his words. Can I trust him again? What happened now seems like an ant in an army of soldiers. Jack killing the guard obviously explains why his knife had blood on it.
My shoulders jerk as memories flash through me of Jack drugging me and then trying to rape me again.
King steps into the shower, military boots and all, his arm wrapping around my waist and taking a seat on the floor. He pulls me between his thighs and I rest against his chest, crying.
Yes. Yes, I can trust this man.
“Give me your pain, Dove,” he whispers into my hair. “Give me all of it.”
“Why.” I shake, pressing against him harder.
“To numb mine.”
I suck in a breath, pushing off his chest and looking into his eyes. Water pours over his hoodie, and I reach up, pushing it off his head to expose his hair. I run my fingers through it, my finger coming down the side of his cheek. “You’ve grown so much.”
He pushes my finger away. “Ditto.” He stands, pulling me up with him. When we’re both standing again and I’m leaning against the wall, I run my index finger across his lip and he freezes. Have I overstepped? I don’t care. Right now, I want to kiss him. Even if we don’t go further than this, I want to kiss him.
I lean forward and he remains completely still, unmoving. When my lips touch his, his arm tightens around my waist. My hand comes to his face and my mouth opens as his mimics mine. His tongue sneaks out across my lower lip before he’s picking me up with one arm, my legs wrapping around his torso. The song has switched to “Crawl” now, and I’m thankful for the angry tone from Breaking Benjamin drowning out my thoughts.
He shoves me against the wall, his head pulling back and his eyes searching mine. He has one hand pressed against the wall while the other is wrapped around my waist.
“You want to do this again?”
“Fix me,” I whisper, leaning into his lips. “I don’t care if it’s just right now. Just fix me, King. You’re the only one who can.”
“Why is that?” he asks, and his voice washes over me like silk, turning my limbs to mush.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, clenching him around me. “Maybe because I’ve always been and always will be yours.”
“Even if I can’t have you?” he asks, tilting his head. The light behind the shower door creates a perfect shadow for his sharp jaw.
I swallow down the pain those words cause me. “Even if you can’t have me.”
His lips fall on mine as he pins me to the wall with his hip. His kissing slows until I’m wriggling and panting for him. Soaking for him. And only him.
I reach for the buckle of his jeans to shove his pants down when his kisses go down my collar, down my sternum, and over my belly. His lips come to my inner thighs and his tongue snakes out as he licks me from the crease of where my thigh meets my apex and brings it straight to my clit, pressing against it with his tongue. He grabs my thigh and swings my leg over his shoulder.
“King,” I pant. “I want you inside of me. Please,” I whimper.
“I can’t,” he murmurs, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Why?” I groan, even though I don’t want him to stop doing what he’s doing, my hands buried in his hair.
“You know how I fuck, P. I can’t be gentle.”
His tongue slices me in half down below before slowly circling my clit. I ride against his face, the water dropping down over us. His finger slips between my folds and I come violently, crashing around him. My release drips down my inner thigh, but my muscles release the tension.
Slowly, he stands back to his feet, his eyes solely on me. His focus eating up everything that is me. The intensity in the air shifts around us as we remain locked. I feel his finger swipe up my inner thigh as he stands, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking off the cum that was obviously on his finger. It is by far the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed, and it being done by King? Deadly.
“Dance with the Devil” is playing now and I start chuckling, breaking the cackle of the intense atmosphere. “I’ve just figured out that you have a Breaking Benjamin playlist playing.”