Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Having been so long, I lost all sense of control, of comprehension, of reality when his mouth worked against my clit. It was fucking glorious. One wave washed over me only to have another building. Colby was relentless, pushing a finger inside as I clenched around it, devouring me.
When I didn’t think I was going to survive another wave, his mouth was gone, he was gone, and his hands were under my hips, hauling me to the edge of the bed.
His belt rattled.
My vision sharpened just in time for me to see him free his cock, position it at my entrance and thrust inside.
I clutched the sheets and muffled my scream.
“Yeah,” Colby groaned, holding onto me, staring at me, fucking me ruthlessly.
My body was sensitive, only just starting to recover from the life shattering orgasms from moments ago.
Colby’s torso was glistening with sweat, his muscles carved from the exertion. My delirious gaze roved over him, desperate to catalog every inch of his skin. The tattoos I hadn’t inspected before. The most distinct of them was a red dragon starting from his shoulder and finishing just above his cock.
“Sariah,” Colby growled in between thrusts. “What the fuck did I tell you about your eyes?”
My gaze snapped back up to his face immediately. Our eyes locked, and my body jerked with another orgasm.
“That’s better,” he grunted, fucking me harder. “Don’t you take those eyes off me. Let me watch you while you come, and then you watch me while I fucking empty myself inside you.”
“Yes, Colby.” I was barely able to get the words out as I spiraled out of control.
Though my orgasm was the most intense I’d had in recorded history, I never let go of Colby’s gaze.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
“I was planning on resisting a whole lot more,” I admitted against Colby’s chest. He was completely naked.
I still had on my tank and nothing else.
“I know,” he replied, his deep voice vibrating against my cheek.
“Of course, you know,” I muttered. “Because you know everything.” There might have been a bite to my voice. I couldn’t explain the resentment I felt towards Colby for his familiarity to me.
Maybe because it felt like he was familiar with a ghost. That he knew the dead parts of me as well as pieces of this new, warped and wrong version.
Colby moved us so I was no longer splayed on his chest, hovering above me, not giving me all of his weight.
“I’m far and away from knowin’ everything,” he replied. “But I know that this … thing between us, whether we like it or not, is impossible to resist. I’ve struggled second hand, knowing what you’ve gone through, what you’ve had do to survive.” He brushed the hair from my face. The gesture was tender, but it felt like he was forcing it. I could hear the tightness in his voice, the thinly veiled rage.
The trauma.
“Been tryin’ to put myself in your shoes,” he continued. “Scared the shit outta me, doing that. Because I don’t know everything you went through. No one does. You won’t tell us because you’re protecting us. You don’t want anyone to know what you went through because if we did, then you fear we’d be doing whatever we could to keep our eyes on you.”
The words were tender. True.
Which only pissed me off.
I wriggled out from underneath him, giving him a hard shove before launching myself off the bed.
It was only then that I realized my tank had ridden up, the thin sliver of daylight peeking out from the cheap curtains enough to illuminate every scar on my body.
Panicked, I tugged the tank down then snatched the closest thing, which just happened to be Colby’s tee.
The fabric was soft, worn and washed so many times the print on the front was too faded to even decipher.
It smelled like him.
I hated that.
Colby frowned at me as he sat up, resting his back on the headboard and not bothering to cover his naked body with a sheet.
That made it hard to maintain my anger.
But not impossible.
“Did you think I was going to put a gun in my mouth?” I asked coldly.
“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.
His simple and quick response made me go back on my heel.
“On my worst day, yeah,” Colby murmured. “Not because I don’t think you’re fucking strong, but because I know how vulnerable the strongest of people are under the wrong circumstances.”
The ground felt like it was shaking underneath me. I felt too vulnerable. Too naked. “You don’t know anything.” Rage blurred my vision. And shame. Shame that the man I wanted to see me as strong, desirable and anything but broken had seriously thought that I might take my own life.
“Really?” he asked with a cocked brow. “I know what my little sister’s brains look like against the wall of her bedroom.”