Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
That’s just so, so wrong. It’s another reminder of our age gap, and how messed up I must be for wanting this so badly.
“Yeah,” I say, purposefully not looking her in the eye.
“Oh, well, my room is okay. Where’s the mold?”
“I’m tired,” I grunt. “Let’s not get into a debate about it. Get changed, pack up, then we’re leaving.”
She arches her back slightly. Oh, hell. Is she doing that on purpose? It draws attention to her nipples poking through her T-shirt, the shape of them causing my dick to push against the inside of my pants. “Why do I have to get changed?”
I swallow and clench my hands into fists. It would be effortless, so right to reach up and gently play with her nipples through her shirt. “It’s a cool evening,” I snap. “Put a jacket on, at least.”
I can’t tell her that if another man saw her nipples looking so full and needy, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I’d go full Titan on him. I’d beat him bloody, unable to stop, even if I knew it was wrong. Even if I knew he didn’t deserve it. Hell, who could resist a look at this curvy, perfect woman? I’d still do it. She’s mine. I’m howling in my mind, just like at the cemetery. She’s mine.
Maybe she senses some of the fire in me. She nods and takes a step back. “Okay, Kai.”
“Good,” I grunt. “Hurry up.”
“You don’t have to be so rude,” she snaps as I turn away.
She’s right. I almost turn back and apologize, but it’s better for both of us if I keep this shield of coldness up.
“I honestly didn’t mind the motel,” Kay says, walking into the top-floor hotel room. “You know… apart from the rats and the mold. My room seemed okay.”
It overlooks the Strip and is in an expensive, bustling part of the city. Nobody would be reckless enough to attack us here.
She turns in a slow circle, taking in the large bed, the silk sheets, the desk, and the tall, gleaming windows.
“This place is nice,” she goes on. “I might have to use that desk later.”
My savage mind activates as I study her curvy body obsessively, her ass begging me to grab her and make her moan just for me. She turns back to me, her eyebrows raised. That gorgeous flush has taken hold of her cheeks again.
“For writing,” she goes on awkwardly, her hands clasped in front of her.
I take a second to work out what she’s talking about. I’m too distracted by Randall, but mostly, it’s her making it difficult to think. Every inch of her is designed for me.
Mine. She’s not the girl I read bedtime stories to anymore. I’ve been trying to hold on to that connection, but I can’t.
I’m panting, struggling to breathe. Did she think I would assume we’d use the desk to have sex? It’s big enough for me to lay her down, strip her clothes off, stand beside it, and guide my dick to…
“Feel free to call room service for dinner,” I tell her.
“We’re not… eating together?”
“I’m tired,” I reply.
I have to get out of here as quickly as I can. If I stay any longer, I won’t be able to stop myself. In my mind, Ryan is looking at me with that serious glint in his eyes. It’s the look he’s given me countless times when there’s club business to attend to, when he has to be cold, effective, and, if needed, fierce. It’s a look that says he’ll do whatever’s necessary.
I’ve got to do the same. Right now, what’s necessary is keeping my distance from Kay.
“Oh, okay,” she says after a long pause.
“Knock if you need me.”
I push open the door to the adjoining room and close it behind me. In the room, I drop to the floor and do a hundred push-ups, give myself a brief rest, then do eighty more. I keep going until I can barely do ten, my arms and chest burning, my mind pulsing like a goddamn war signal.
I want to touch her so badly. Kiss her. Taste her. Own her.
I’ll become a monster if Randall or anybody else tries to hurt her. I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll kill any bastard who ever dares to touch my Kay.
“Your Kay?” I imagine Ryan saying.
It must be the workout endorphins, my cloudy head. I can imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed vividly.
“She’s my sister. She doesn’t belong to you. Jesus Christ, bro, you used to read her bedtime stories. You’ve known her since she was a toddler.”
But she’s not the same person.
“She is. She’s not a doppelganger.”
I know that, but she doesn’t seem like the same person.
“Listen to yourself. You’ll use any justification.”
It’s not like I’m some pervert creeping on a younger woman. I’m going to make an honest woman out of her. Marry her and have children with her. We’re going to have a life together.