Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Kyla, you have totally lost it, girl!
Kyla really missed having girlfriends like that. She had a few sort-of friends that she’d made since moving here but they were all kept at arm’s length and she’d purposely avoided her old friends for very specific reasons.
He studied her face for what seemed like a long time. She felt so scrutinized, so self-conscious. He was a vampire who had used some super sex hypnosis on her and screwed her brains out last night and drank her blood. He had done what he said he was going to do. So what now? Would he kill her? Could she convince him that she’d be no threat to him if he let her go?
She was sitting in a whirlpool tub filled with bubbles and rose petals, one of the most romantic settings she could imagine with the most gorgeous guy she would probably ever lay eyes on, watching him stare at her with a perplexed look on his face. He picked up a petal from the water and sniffed it, continuing to look at her.
“You smell better,” he murmured softly. She flushed scarlet but refused to look away. Moments passed and Kyla felt increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin. But underneath the surface of her skin something weird was happening. Something inside her veins. It was like her blood was heating up.
“Do I have two heads?” she spat out, suddenly feeling anger cresting and taking over the fear. She didn’t know if challenging him was incredibly stupid or not but the dam of her tolerance had evidently burst. He continued to stare intently, unnervingly, at her.
“Okay, well you got what you wanted, blood and fucking, so now can you please give me my things back and let me go? Call me a cab?”
He shook his head at her, “Call you a cab?” his expression changed and he seemed incredulous at the very idea.
“You have my word already. I said I wouldn’t tell anyone. I don’t make promises lightly. Now please.” She folded her arms and stared at him and then motioned her chin toward the door. He reached into the water and touched her thigh, about to speak. She kicked at him.
“Out. I need privacy so I can get out of this tub. Go call a cab for me?”
“Go call you a cab?” he regurgitated her words like they were the most preposterous thing he’d ever heard.
She huffed, pushing droplets of water off her face while trying to shield her nakedness.
“Get out! Let’s discuss this in the other room, when I’m dressed. When you’re dressed.”
“I ran this bath for myself. You just happened to agree to hop in with me. I’m not ready to get out.” Now he was smirking.
Kyla sank further under the fast-disappearing bubbles. He continued to stare at her, smiling, but seeming to be searching her face for something and shaking his head ever so slightly, as if bewildered.
“Tristan!” she exclaimed and splashed water at him. His face changed, then, from amused to something else, something Kyla couldn’t work out before he lunged at her, sending water over the top of the tub and onto the floor. He caught her mouth with his and started to hungrily kiss her. He tasted like coconut cream pie.
“I love how my name rolls off your tongue,” he whispered huskily against her lips, “Give me that tongue…”
She cried out in frustration. He had her pinned against the side of the tub. She struggled against him and tried to push him off. He was having none of it. She splashed and sputtered as the water rose up and she sank underneath him, her head going underwater briefly. He hoisted her up out of the tub and carried her into the bedroom, both of them dripping wet. She started to squirm and pound her fists against his chest while sputtering.
“No! What’s wrong with you? P-put me down.”
Mr. Sex-on-Legs carried her, his eyes full of amusement. He looked like he was enjoying every minute of this.
“You’re a fucking barbarian!”
Suddenly, she was down on the bed. She dashed away from him and gave him the slip. She ran, sopping wet toward the door. She heard the lock thunk, as if it’d been locked from the outside.
She yanked on the doorknob and let out an audible sound of exasperation.
“Who’s out there?” she yelled, “Help!”
Somehow he was already soundlessly right behind her, “No one is out there,” he whispered this into her ear.
“Get away from me you barbarian!”
He caged her in with his arms and pinned her against the door with his hips and she could feel his hard cock against her lower back, “No escape,” he said in a low and menacing voice and then let out a little chuckle.
She tried to duck under his arms and get away from him but he picked her up, as if she were his bride being carried over the threshold, and headed back toward the bed.