Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“No, that’s not going to happen,” I tell him.
“Worth a try.” He shrugs.
“Did you come to Italy to kill me?” I ask.
“Sure did.”
“And why didn’t you?”
“Keir got there… plans changed.”
“Did Joey plan to kill me?”
“Yep…” He pauses, gaining my attention. “You broke his heart. Of course, he wanted to kill you.”
We carry my things to the car, and Lucas heads to Bianca’s place.
“Stop at Joey’s, please.”
Lucas smiles.
“My pleasure. But I ain’t waiting while you go and get your booty call.”
“I just want to give him something I took.”
“His heart.” Lucas laughs at his own joke.
“Ha-ha. Funny.”
“I thought so.” He smirks.
We stop in front of Joey’s house, and I go up and knock. While I wait, I think Abigail will answer, but a blonde is standing there when the door is opened.
And the first thing I think of is when we were in Joey’s car, and he told me to take off my blonde wig because he liked brunettes. Now I really know why.
“Hi.” Her voice is sweet as she smiles at me. “We didn’t order food.”
“Is Joey here?”
“Yeah, he’s in the shower right now.”
“Oh, is he?”
“Oh shit,” Lucas says, obviously having gotten out of the car.
I push past her, and she yells something at me. I don’t care. Taking the steps two at a time, I open his bedroom door and go straight for the bathroom. Opening the door, I see him with his head against the wall with a bathroom full of steam.
“Simone, give me a minute.”
“Simone, right! Did she happen to suck your cock?” I ask, and his head whips around. When he spots me, his lips thin, then turn into a smirk.
“Are you… jealous, Adora?”
I move in closer, my body on fire. I want to hurt him so badly, wipe that stupid look off his face. How could he?
“Damn, jealousy looks good on you, just so you know.”
“How could you?”
“How could I what?” He narrows his eyes, his expression mocking. “Did you forget Becca?”
“I ended things with her the minute I became yours.” He reaches for me and pulls me into the shower with him, the hot water running over my face, but I don’t care.
“You were never mine.” He growls.
“I was,” I insist as I pummel his chest. “Maybe you were fucking her the whole time.” When he says nothing, I ask, “Have you fucked her?”
“Yes,” he answers.
My mouth falls open with a gasp, but he is quick to cover my mouth with his. I bite his lip and tug it hard. He smacks my ass through my dress, making me yelp at the contact. Before he pulls it up, he moves my underwear and does it again.
“Joey?” the girl calls.
I bite his lip until I taste blood, for good measure, and go to step away from him.
“Fuck off,” he roars. Not to me, but to the girl. I push on his chest, but he simply laughs and pulls me back. “You ain’t going nowhere now.”
“You can’t keep me here.” He manages to move his hand from my ass and straight inside my panties. When his finger slips between my folds, I know he feels my arousal instantly.
“You want me.” He growls into my mouth. “Now, shut the fuck up and let me fuck you like a good whore, darling.”
I try to pull away again, and this time he releases me. I step out of the shower and drop my dress, followed by my panties while he remains under the water.
His eyes soak in every inch of me.
And I let him.
Need.
Want.
Lust.
Love.
Hate.
It’s all there in his heated stare.
Our chemistry is one of my favorite things.
He is one of my favorite things.
I think it’s the only thing my father did right before I killed him—picking Joey for me.
How well we clash, and how much we need each other without actually needing each other. It’s confusing, but you get it.
And right now, he’s not in charge. No way. The blonde ruined his chance to get everything he wants from me.
I step back and shut the door, the steam filling the room. A renewed confidence rushing through me at the look on his face.
“Get out,” I order him.
He flicks the water off and steps out, his cock hard. His ink shining with mist and water.
He is marvelous to look at.
Stunning.
“Now, get on your knees. Like my good boy,” I demand.
He chuckles and does as I say. I lift my foot, and his mouth makes contact with the inside of my ankle, kissing it.
“Perfume,” he says with a knowing smirk.
“Your mouth shouldn’t be talking, darling. It should be moving between my legs, wouldn’t you say?”
Joey’s hand reaches out and captures my ass, pulling me forward until his mouth lands between my legs, and he starts to kiss me softly, languidly. Licking between my folds but never quite touching the right spot, just to tease me.