Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
And just like that, my decision is made. The MC is my life, but so is Maggie. I have to find a way to have them both.
My mother sighs, then shifts her tone. “Kane, we want to see you. It’s been too long.”
“Okay,” I say. “I need to handle some things first, Mom. But I’ll make the trip to see you. Soon.” The promise feels hollow, like the ones I made when I pulled away from them and their influence, but this time, I mean it. “Promise.”
“Oh. Okay. Excellent. See you soon,” she says in a tone that tells me if I don’t keep my word, we’ll be having this conversation again. Soon.
The call ends, and I feel out of fucking sorts, like I’ve just been yanked between two different worlds. This time, it’s not anxiety. It’s my thoughts causing the storm brewing inside of me. I look back at my brothers, so happy with their women, and it gnaws at me.
I need some fresh air. And open roads.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Maggie
A loud bang rips through my thoughts, and I snap my head up to see the door slamming open, the force of it enough to send a shiver down my spine. Nova’s standing in the doorway, looking like a storm about to burst. His jaw’s clenching so tight I think it might snap, and he’s shaking his hands like he’s getting ready for a fight.
If this were Demon, I would’ve taken a few steps back, giving him space and preparing to duck out of the way of flying fists or furniture. But this ain’t Demon. This is Nova. And even though I see that anger in his eyes, I don’t step back. I don’t cower. My voice doesn’t even shake as I say his name. “Nova.”
He barges in, his eyes fixed on me, and then, with a backward kick, he shuts the door behind him. Something’s going down, and I can feel it in my bones. But whatever it is, I know I ain’t backing down.
Nova paces back and forth on the other side of the bed, the gears in his head spinning so loud they make me anxious. He stops, looks at me, and shakes his head before pacing again.
“You want to talk about it?” It’s a dumb question but seeing him like this unsettles me.
Nova stops again, narrows his gaze, and shakes his head in response, then he starts pacing again.
I watch him in wicked fascination, wondering what could make a man like him, so stable and steady, react this way. But he seems, I don’t know, conflicted, and that makes me feel uneasy. I don’t like it, and I don’t know why so I stand in front of him and put my hands to his chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Nova’s eyes narrow in my direction. His jaw clenches again when he leans forward, getting in my face in an effort to intimidate me. “I said I don’t want to talk.”
“Yeah? Well, that is just too damn bad.” I shove his chest with all my might.
“Don’t push me, Maggie.”
“Or what?” I push him again, smiling at that low, growly tone he’s using. “What are you going to do, Doc?” I push him again.
“Maggie,” he groans, reaching for my wrists to stop the next shove. “Stop.”
“Talk to me.”
His brows dip into a frown, and his hands tighten on my wrists, yanking me to him until we’re chest to chest. “You left,” he says, back to an accusatory tone.
I nod. “I did, and then I came back And what did it get me? Locked up in here. Again.”
His eyes burn like fire as he looks down at me, and I don’t know if I should be aroused or scared. “I don’t want to talk, Maggie. Not right now.”
“Then what the fuck do you want?” I snap back.
“This.” One hand grips me around the back of my neck, and his lips crash against mine. His tongue invades my mouth in quick, hard strokes that leave me breathless. Our tongues play together, but this time, it feels different. Yeah, it’s hot, raw, and intense as fuck, but it’s also something more.
Something primal. Base needs.
I know I should push him off me, tell him where he can shove his broken promises and his MC’s twisted games. But damn if I can make myself do it. His lips on mine feel too good. His hand rests protectively on my lower back while the other grips my neck like I’m something precious.
Instead, I melt into him, absorbing his kisses all the way down to my soul. My arms wrap around him, and I cling to him while he devours my mouth, scouring every inch until I’m a shivering, aching, wet panties mess.
Nova pulls back, chest heaving as his deep blue eyes stare through to my core. “I really don’t fucking want to talk, Maggie.”