Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
He let go of me and I struck a slap across his face. The sound reverberated as loud as the gunshot earlier. It was as though the time froze. I glared at him, until the madness left my blood, my senses came back and the reality of what I’d just done set in.
My hand covered my mouth in shock as I gazed at the imprint of my palm on his skin. “I-I didn’t mean to do that. I’m—I—I…” I tried to say, but it was as though I’d forgotten how to speak. I stepped back in fear, sure that whatever happened, I wouldn’t leave here unscathed for what I’d just done. Then I turned around and sprinted for the door, but before I got more than a stride away, I felt a painful hold around my waist.
It lifted me clear of the floor, my legs, thrashing in protest.
“Let me go!” I cried, but everything was silenced when he turned me around and crushed his lips to mine. My body was pinned tight against him. My legs were off the floor, my neck twisted to accommodate his wet hot beast of a tongue as it plunged into my mouth. I should have bitten it, but like Pavlov’s dog, I sucked on it automatically, shamelessly.
His kiss tasted like heaven and hell at the same time; lovely, life-giving heat and the coldest of chills. I couldn’t bare for him to stop, but at the same time, another part of me stood and watched in astonished horror, wishing he had never placed his mouth on mine. I began to push against him, but came to the conclusion that my resistance was all in my head rather than in my actual limbs, since he didn't seem to be stopping and neither was I.
I turned in his arms when my brain eventually shut down and chased the thrill, chased the fire, and allowed the most delicious man I had ever tasted to devour me.
The breath was knocked out of me as somehow, my back ended up against the wall. I took great, big gasping breaths when finally, he broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, his lips, tasting, nipping, and sucking at the tender skin there. I held on to his shirt for dear life, not sure if I was pushing him away or trying to find a way to somehow submerge myself into him.
“You bastard,” I heard myself say, memories of the fight floating somewhere amidst the mix off maddening euphoria. “I’m sorry,” I heard myself apologize thereafter. I was sure I had lost my mind.
His lips returned to mine, and I lost all coherence again.
The next thing I registered was his hands violently tearing at the button of my jeans, and I needed them to be off as much as I needed to take my next breath. His mouth found its way to my breasts, taking in as much of the plump mounds as he could through the material, but I needed more. I ripped the T-shirt over my head ripped away my bra, and with my hands around his neck slammed his face back into my breasts. It was such a disrespect to my own body that I wondered if I would ever be able to forgive myself. But I couldn’t stop. All I needed was him—in me and everywhere around me.
As one hand plumped at the breast, I’d thrown at him, his mouth was on the other, sucking and nipping at my swollen nipples. He slipped his heavy hand roughly into my panties and grasped at my mound.
I felt his fingers slide into my dripping wet pussy and for a moment, felt my heart stop. He squeezed the soft supple flesh hard and I felt myself unravel.
Jesus. What was happening to me?
It all terrified the hell out of me. This wasn't supposed to happen. This man was too dangerous. A criminal. I let go of his neck and began to push him away. “No!” I cried frantically, and closed my hand around his wrist to pull him away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Games, wild cat,” he mocked, as he slipped another finger inside of me, and then another.
I felt my bones begin to melt. His fingers thrust expertly in and out of me, rapid, and fluid, while I writhed my hips in a crazed trance to meet his onslaught.
Time passed or stopped, I couldn’t tell, I only knew sensation, the waves of pleasure radiating from his fingers through my whole body. I came hard, hugging his head in wonder. All he’d used were his fingers and I’d been close to losing my mind. I pulled away from him to stare into his eyes. How stupid I had been when I told Charlotte I would merrily walk away when this was over. This would never be over. Not for me. What male would ever live up to this? Now, I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive this man.