Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My eyes clash with Kyle as I’m torn apart, literally and figuratively. The orgasm is nothing like I’ve had before. The ones brought on by his fingers and the toy don’t even compare to this.
It’s like feeling the vibration of the ground before an earthquake and knowing I’m going to be caught in the middle of it. And that’s exactly what happens. I’m ripped to pieces from the inside out. The ferocity and wildness of my release scares the shit out of me, and I hold on to the only safe person in sight.
Who also happens to be the person who detonated this explosion in the first place.
The person who can break me with one wrong move, but also the person who can pick up my pieces off the floor.
The person who can build me up after being torn apart by the earthquake.
I’m still riding my wave when Kyle curses under his breath in that different accent. His back muscles stiffen beneath my legs and a warm liquid coats my inner walls.
I slowly close my eyes with a wince. He came inside me.
Not having the energy to start a fight about it, I continue holding on to his shoulders with shaky fingers.
Kyle pulls out of me, and I can actually feel the loss of it, the emptiness of not being filled. He places me on wobbly feet, and when they’re unable to hold me upright, he clutches me by the throat.
Only Kyle would keep me standing by my throat instead of my shoulder or arm like a normal human.
He steps out of his pants that are still bunched at his feet and unbuttons his shirt with the other hand, revealing his lean muscles. From all the nights he’s spent draped around me, I know for a fact they’re hard and taut.
He has no chest tattoos except for a snake that’s swirled over a dagger at his lower stomach.
The image is gruesome, but also powerful, and beautiful in its own way, which is ironically similar to the first impression I had of Kyle.
While I’m ogling him, his eyes heat with raw possession as he watches me. I follow his gaze and my cheeks burn when I make out what’s getting his attention.
Now that I’m standing, his cum is dripping between my thighs until it reaches my feet. I’m all messy with both his seed and my own juices.
I try reaching for tissues on the console, but Kyle keeps me in place with his hold on my throat. “Leave it. I like watching my cum dripping down your legs. I like seeing how filthy I made you.”
“Stop saying things like that.” I try to scold, but it comes out as a murmur.
“Why? Turned on already?”
“N-no!”
“Well, I am.” Kyle lifts me in his arms and throws me on the bed before I can even blink.
He crawls atop me, his body covering mine.
I place tentative hands on the solid ridges of his chest. “Y-you just came.”
His cock nudges at my entrance. “And I’m ready for more.”
My eyes widen. “Already?”
“Already. I’m not even close to being done with you.”
23
Kyle
I wake up early.
Not that I actually slept.
I was on an adrenaline wave all night long, and the only thing I thought about was the best way to take Rai over and over again.
She passed out on me after the third round. After begging me to stop, then asking for more when I was inside her, her body lost the stamina battle and she eventually drifted off.
I lean on my elbow and drink in her sleeping naked form. She looks so docile when asleep, those tiny features and that slim body so fucking fragile it seems they can be broken to pieces like a porcelain doll.
But instead of destructive thoughts, the only thing I want to do is protect that delicate side of her—the side she only shows to me. I want to be the one she turns to when she wants to let that side loose. Because no matter how tough she acts on the outside, she’s still caring on the inside. She still feels too much and hurts as much, too.
After the sniper attack yesterday, when I saw the red dot at her back, I thought I was going to lose her, thought everything would end before it even started.
My heart has never tightened as hard as it did in that moment. I didn’t even think when I used my body as a shield, because right then, the only one who mattered was this fiery woman.
Neither Flame nor I could find the sniper no matter how much we searched. At first, I thought it could be Flame playing a distasteful joke, but his rifle doesn’t fit the description. We never use those with laser targeting. It’s not like us to make ourselves noticeable.
But I will find out who nearly snatched her from between my fingers, and when I do, he’ll wish he was never born.