Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“So, if it’s just sex, why can’t you tell me?” I question, unable to stop myself.
Her head falls back, and she lets out a breath. “Enough, Grayson. Stop fucking killing my vibe.” I sit there as she stands, takes the jacket off, and drops it onto my lap before she glares at me. “I’m heading back to the hotel. To sleep. Don’t follow me.” She goes over to Monica and the girls to say her goodbyes, and not once does she look back at me as she leaves.
I get up and follow her because she sure as shit can’t walk the streets dressed like that. The moment I step outside, I see someone holding her wrist. Instantly, I approach and put my hand on her waist from behind, which makes her jump until she sees it is me.
“I’d remove your hand before I remove it for you,” I tell him calmly, but I am anything but calm right now.
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy asks as Avani tries to free her hand. His eyes are on me as I pull out my knife and slice quickly against the wrist of the hand holding her. He releases Avani and steps back, clutching his wrist to his chest. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at her, then back to me. His jaw grinds before he nods and walks away.
“Who was that?” I ask.
She hugs herself as she stares after him until he approaches a car and gets in.
“Avani.”
When her eyes find mine, there’s a vulnerability in them. Something you hardly see from her. She shakes her head, turns, and starts running.
Shit.
Fuck.
Running after her, I eventually manage to catch up. When I spin her around to face me, tears are streaming down her cheeks, and her eyes are bloodshot from crying.
“Avani.”
“Sometimes I wish I never met you.” She pulls her hand free, turns and walks into the hotel.
Chapter 19
Running is what I do best.
Avani
“Stop.” His voice comes from close behind me as I get to the hallway of my hotel room. My hand is on the doorknob, ready to go in. He’s repeated the same word over and over again.
“Go home, Grayson. Go home and forget about me.”
“Why are you really running?” he asks, looking both fierce and at a loss as he tries to understand me.
“You. I’m running because of you,” I spit out, unlocking my door and going in. He follows, not giving it a chance to close, and steps right in.
“What did I do?”
Fuck, he just won’t let me be.
“What didn’t you do? You killed my date, got me on the watch list for the police, and won’t stop fucking touching me,” I yell. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he walks over to grab my hand, which I throw off and back away from him. “I need sleep. You’ve had your fun with me and I got your business up and running with great results. So, please…leave.”
“Fucking hell, Avani.” Before I can respond, he has me in his arms, his hand around my throat, and his mouth on mine.
Maybe it’s easier this way.
It has to be, right?
Or so I keep telling myself.
We would never work.
So why am I letting him touch me right now?
Am I a slave to his touch?
Does it do something magical to me that I’m unaware of?
It’s really not fair.
His mouth stays pressed to mine as he reaches for my outfit and starts tearing it from my body. He rips and rips until I know it’s a ruined pile of scraps at our feet.
“Thank fuck that’s off,” Grayson says, stepping back and pulling his shirt over his head. He then kicks his shoes off one by one as I back away. I am still wearing my red boots and stockings, even though they are torn. As I step farther away from him, he watches me with predatory eyes.
“Turn around,” he commands.
I shake my head.
He is naked and his cock hard as he stands in front of me.
“Turn around, Avani.”
“Fuck you.”
“I plan to.” He winks and takes a menacing step in my direction. I go to step back, but he grabs me before I can move and pulls me to him, so my front is pressed against his. “Do you not like it when my cock slides into your sweet, sweet pussy?” I bite my lip, choosing not to answer him. It’s true, though. I do like it. A lot. “Tell me, Avani, do you like it?”
I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move.
“No, Grayson.” His face drops a little. “I love it, and I love it even more, when you are on your knees in front of me while you eat my pussy.”
He doesn’t waste a second as he drops to his knees and grins up at me before he taps one of my feet, indicating for me to lift. I do, and he places my leg over his shoulder as he leans forward. He doesn’t kiss. He doesn’t nuzzle. He just dives straight in and makes out with my clit.