Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Making the announcement tonight was a good idea,” said Levi, looking at the muttering crowd. “The Horsemen’s main advantage was the secrecy of their existence. They’re not so secret anymore. People will be alert for any strange activity.”
“They’re also very suspicious of each other now, though,” Tanner pointed out. “Paranoia can lead to fighting.”
True enough. “The Primes had a right to know they were being played.” Knox wouldn’t have liked such information being kept from him. Turning to Harper, he asked, “Ready to leave now, baby?”
“Totally,” said Harper.
“Want to say goodbye to your family and friends first?”
She turned to do so, but as she took in Lou and Jolene arguing, Martina flicking through another wallet, and Khloë attached to Keenan’s back snapping selfie after selfie, Harper shook her head. “Nah.”
The hotel they were staying at for the night wasn’t far from the dome. The ride in the private elevator was a delicious agony; the air snapped taut with so much sexual tension, she was surprised she couldn’t reach out and touch it. After all his possessive touches, she was flushed and aching, and more than ready to be fucked.
The elevator stopped with a ding, and the doors slid open. They stepped straight into a spacious entryway, and then the breath exploded out of her lungs as Knox slammed her against the wall. His dark eyes sparked with such raw need that she knew there would be nothing sweet or gentle about what came next. Awesome. She did not have the patience for soft or slow. Her demon was totally up for it.
“Open for me,” he ordered, voice deep and dominant.
Harper parted her lips, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He did what he always did when he kissed her. Dominated her mouth. Ate at it. Possessed it. Took and took until her head spun and she had to clutch his shoulders to steady herself. He tasted of him and power and champagne, and she was starting to feel a little drunk.
Harper sucked on his tongue, and his eyes flared. A growl rumbled up his chest, vibrating against her nipples – they pebbled at the sensation, almost painfully tight. A greedy excitement clawed at her; an excitement that was as demanding as his mouth and the confident hands that sank into her hair, holding her head how he wanted it.
Feeling acutely empty, Harper arched into him, grinding her clit against his cock; he was hard and ready. Knox growled again, pressing her harder against the wall and pinning her still with his hips. Every cell of her body cried out in frustration. She needed more, needed him.
Knox roughly peeled up her dress, heard something tear. Fuck it; he’d buy her a new dress. Snapping off her thong, he cupped her pussy. “Mine.” All his. He slipped a finger between her folds, finding her deliciously slick. He spread her cream around her clit and gave it a gentle pluck. “You’re going to come for me, Harper. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
Well, that sounded super good to her. He took her mouth as he slid his finger between her folds, dipping it ever so slightly inside her but not thrusting, the bastard. Again and again, he did it as she moaned and bucked her hips, hinting for more. Finally, he slipped a finger inside her, and her head fell back as she moaned with both bliss and relief.
“No,” he rumbled, fisting a hand in her hair and angling her head so he could watch her eyes. “Don’t look away from me.”
That bossy tone would probably never fail to make Harper bristle, which was why she almost swore at him. But then he curved his finger to rub at her g-spot and, yeah, he was instantly forgiven. He kissed her again, swallowing every moan as he fucked her with his finger. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed his cock. The addictive burn of his clever mouth fueled the hunger raging through her; a hunger so hot and carnal that she shook with it.
That was the thing: psychic fingers or not, he always made her frantic for him. Always made her feel empty and restless. Right now, her pussy was aching and throbbing, wanting to be filled. “Knox.”
“Not yet.” Knox used his free hand to scoop out her breasts and give one a possessive squeeze. “So perfect.” Round and full and his. He swooped down and sucked her pierced nipple into his mouth, flicking the ring with his tongue. Her hips bucked again and her pussy fluttered around his finger. He knew she was hovering on the edge and it wouldn’t take much to throw her over. Knox drove another finger inside her and hooked them as he fucked her hard with his hand. “Come all over my fingers.”
Eyes a misty violet went blind with pleasure as her pussy clamped so hard around his fingers he wouldn’t have been surprised if they snapped. Her mouth, red and swollen from his kiss, opened on a silent scream. “Fucking beautiful,” he growled, voice thick. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her.