Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“I wouldn’t have called if you hadn’t broken into my apartment!” I slammed the door, then turned to him and snapped, “And I only mentioned it to my father because I was worried that something was wrong! So, forgive me for caring!”
“No one asked you to care! And no one asked you to get in my bed!”
“And no one said you had to let me stay in it!” My hands started flying as I spat, “You could’ve woken me up and sent me on my way! But noooo.... You got in bed with me! What was that?”
“You were asleep!”
“So, you decided to cuddle up and get cozy?” I took a step towards him as I sassed, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you actually liked having me in your bed.”
“Fuck me.” He ran his fingers through his unruly hair. “You make this so damn hard.”
“I make what hard?”
“Everything!”
I didn’t respond.
I didn’t know how.
I didn’t know if I should be offended or flattered, so I just stood there and stared at him. Clearly frustrated by my lack of response, he shook his head and started for the door as he grumbled, “Just forget it.”
“So, that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?”
“I should’ve never come here.”
“But you did.” He stopped and turned to face me as I said, “And you let me sleep in your bed. And not only that, but you slept there with me. Why is that Wrath? Why didn’t you make me leave?”
“You know why.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I did.”
His eyes met mine in a heated glaze as he said something I never dreamed he would say. “Because the vault’s been opened, and I don’t have a fucking clue how to close it.”
“What vault?”
“It doesn’t matter. This can’t happen.”
“What can’t happen?”
“Don’t play innocent. You know damn well what I’m talking about. Hell, you’re the one who opened the fucking vault!”
Again, I didn’t respond—at least, not at first.
I took a moment, then muttered, “Clearly, you have regrets about that night, but I don’t... I don’t regret it at all.”
“Mia.”
“I don’t... I’d never experienced anything like I did that night, and if I’m being honest, it scares me to think that I might never get the chance to experience it again. So, be mad. Have your stupid regrets. Just know, I don’t feel the same.”
“You don’t get it.”
“Then, explain it to me!”
He lifted his hand to the nape of my neck, and for a brief moment, I thought he was going to pull me in for a kiss—a kiss I desperately wanted. But just as he was drawing close, he hesitated. I knew then it wasn’t going to happen. I won’t say I wasn’t disappointed. I was, but the feeling quickly subsided when he lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I don’t regret it either. Hell, it’s the only thing I can think about.”
A mix of desire and anticipation washed over me, sending a heated flush up my neck and cheeks. I’d meant what I’d told him. I’d never felt anything like I did when he touched me. It was like my entire body was burning with need, and from the way he was looking at me, he felt the same about me.
His rough palms slid effortlessly over my skin as he eased my t-shirt over my head. I quickly lowered my knit shorts, then kicked them to the side. I stood there before him, wearing nothing but my lace panties, and a rush of heat rolled against my skin as he stood there gazing at me, appraising me.
The look in his eyes left me absolutely spellbound.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think.
I’d never felt so desired. Knowing he wanted me only made me want him more. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth on me, and it was driving me crazy. When I couldn’t stand it a moment longer, I reached for the hem of his t-shirt. He took off his cut and draped it over the chair, then bent forward so I could pull it over his head. I tossed it to the floor, then looked up at him and my chest grew tight. The man was beautiful. With his chiseled jaw, muscular physic, and rugged good looks, he was the ultimate seduction. But he was so much more than that.
When I looked into his eyes, I could see everything.
The anger.
The anguish.
The longing.
The desire.
I gasped when Wrath lifted me up and carried me down the hall. Seconds later, I was on my bed with his body covering mine. His weight pressed against me as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body.
I felt utterly possessed by him as his mouth closed over my breast, scraping his teeth across my sensitive flesh. My fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple, sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. My breath caught as his hand slid between my legs. He ran his fingers along my center while his other hand cupped my breast. Every nerve in my body tingled from his touch, making me eager for more.