Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I’m positive,” he says, eyes locked on me.
Then I do something stupid. I’m not even sure why. But my mouth opens, and I say something very, very stupid.
“If tonight’s not happening, then what if you didn’t kiss me?” I blurt out.
His eyes widen slightly. My heart’s beating right up into my throat. I don’t know what made me say that or why I’m being so bold, but if I’m not going to get what I need, at least I can get what I want.
And I really, really want this man.
Yep, I’m definitely a disturbed individual.
“What if I didn’t stop at kissing you?” he asks in that low, sensual voice. “What if I ran a hand through your hair, held it tight, and didn’t let go until I was finished with you?”
Oh, fuck.
“Then that wouldn’t happen, which would be totally fine” I say, basically whimpering at this guy. “At least, not by tomorrow morning. Right now—”
He leans forward, one hand gripping the back of my neck, and crushes my mouth with his.
Chapter 2
Lena
His kiss is everything I was afraid it’d be.
Mint, whiskey, something sharp and spicy. His smell fills my nostrils like honey. I breathe him in as his tongue laps against mine, and his grip in my hair tightens. He releases the most knee-crossing groans I’ve ever heard in my life when I shrug off my jacket.
He throws it on the floor and pins me back onto the ruined mattress. A thick slice was cut into the fabric right next to my head. His body grinds into mine as I moan right back into his kiss, and I feel him stiffening. It drives me wild how hard he’s getting, and the feeling of his weight and his strong arms, and I don’t know how this is happening, but I don’t want it to stop.
“You’re making a mistake,” he says, staring into my eyes.
“That’s not what most people would say right about now.” I’m breathing hard, and he looks almost tortured, like he’s caught between wanting to fuck me and needing to get away.
“You saw this place. You know I’m trouble.”
“This isn’t happening, right?”
He licks his lips. “I can feel it.”
“Yeah? What do you feel?”
“Your legs spread.” He shifts his hips and grinds into me. My mini skirt’s up around my hips, and there’s only my panties between my wet pussy and him. He shoves my hands above my head as his mouth brushes my neck. “Your skin. Your smell.” He releases my wrists with one hand and pushes my mesh top up. He kisses my breasts and chest. “I feel your heat, little thief. Should I see how wet you are?”
“Fuck,” I gasp, arching into him. “I didn’t steal anything.”
“You were going to.” He moves down, shoves my bra up roughly, and sucks my nipples. I groan, frustrated and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“I could have. I didn’t.”
“You wanted to.” He bites softly, and I yelp and pull his hair. “All that money? Don’t pretend like you weren’t tempted.”
“Being tempted and doing it are different things.”
“You’re doing it right now.”
I groan in frustration. He smirks, enjoying himself, as he moves between my legs and kisses my thighs. “I’m curious, okay? I can’t help myself.”
“You’re curious about me?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s dangerous.” He reaches my panties with his mouth and slowly he pushes them aside.
My heart’s pounding in my chest and my cheeks are numb with how badly I want him.
“Yeah, well, story of my freaking life.”
He murmurs something and slides his fingers up and down my pussy. I groan at how good it feels to be teased like that. I’m so wet he easily slides them inside of me. “What did you say?” I gasp, pushing into him.
“I said, you have a beautiful fucking pussy,” he says, and his mouth smothers me.
Holy shit.
Bliss slams into my spine. He licks and sucks my clit, tongue lapping up and down along my folds. He pushes it inside of me and yep, my god, that’s absolutely incredible. His mouth demolishes me, licks me like a god, eating me until my brain’s absolute mush.
“And you taste like fucking heaven,” he snarls.
That does it. Triggers absolutely pulled.
I come against his mouth. He likes that and keeps going, fingers fucking me through my orgasm until I think I might black out. When I blink and the world resolves into something resembling his face and the room behind him, there’s a big smirk on his lips, and his shirt’s off.
Muscles. Tattoos. And scars. So many scars. Ugly, knotted scars, long knife scars, burn marks. The ink connects those knots of lightened tissue in pictures, a portrait of hate and pain. A wolf with blood dripping from its fangs. A knife through a realistic heart.
He wasn’t kidding. This guy’s absolutely trouble.
And he also just gave me the best orgasm of my life.