Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
This other Allie, she must have meant a lot to him. They were probably lovers. Yes, they were definitely lovers if he believes Levi is his.
“Look… I think there’s been a misunderstanding…” I say softly and Coy instantly stiffens above me.
“Oh?” he grits out, his fingers flexing around my neck.
I swallow nervously and pray he believes what I’m about to say, because if he doesn’t…
Fuck, I don’t even want to think about what will happen if he insists on believing this craziness.
“I’m not your Allie and Levi isn’t your son,” I say quickly before I lose all my nerve.
When he just stares at me, I feel the need to add, “There’s been a mistake. I swear I don’t know you, and Levi’s father died in an accident.”
Coy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring again as he releases it.
I can’t tell if he’s coming to terms with what I said or if he’s trying to keep himself from strangling me to death.
When his eyes finally do open again after a few breaths, it’s clear it’s definitely the later.
“You’re not my Allie? You don’t know me?” he asks harshly. “That’s how you want to play this?”
I frown, not liking what he’s implying. “It’s not a game—”
“You’re damn right it’s not,” he snaps, cutting me off at the same time his hand squeezes around my neck.
Deprived of air, I grab at his hand and try to pull him off me.
Grabbing my hand with his other hand, he pins it to the bed. “But if this is how you want to play, I’ll fuckin’ play.”
I’m not trying to play a game, I want to yell, my eyes pleading with him.
Desperate to be free, I try to use my left hand to yank him off, but he pushes forward, using the very arm he’s choking me with to trap it.
My lungs scream for oxygen and pressure builds inside my head.
A slow, wicked grin stretches across his lips as his knees push between my knees, spreading my legs open.
“You don’t know me? You don’t remember me, baby?” he practically purrs, clearly getting off on this.
Fuck. I should have lied, I realize too late as darkness begins to close in. I should have milked this misunderstanding for all it’s worth.
This bastard is going to kill me for being honest with him.
“Then let me remind you what it means to be mine,” he growls so low all the little hairs on my body stand on end.
His grip around my throat suddenly eases, but before I can draw in a full breath, his mouth comes down on my mouth in a crushing kiss.
I try to turn my head, try to break away, but the fucker is relentless. He chases me, not letting me get away.
And still, my lungs are fucking screaming.
My body begging me to find a way to get more air.
What I’m pulling in through my nose isn’t enough to make up for the deprivation.
With no other choice, I open my mouth against his, hoping to get a little air from him.
His tongue immediately sweeps in, tangling with mine.
I try to fight it off, try to push it out, but he must take it as me kissing him back.
He groans into my mouth as I gasp against him and his weight starts to come down on me.
His hips touch my thighs, and even though I feel like I’m fighting for my fucking life here, that thrill of excitement is back, tenfold.
God help me, I don’t know why my body is responding to him like it is. I don’t know why the damn thing is betraying me.
I try one last time to shove his tongue out of my mouth, but when he shoves his back so hard it nearly goes down my throat, I give up.
This is madness, utter fucking madness.
One moment he’s strangling me to death and the next he’s kissing me like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
I don’t know what to make it of it, and I don’t know what will happen next.
All I know is that I have to get away, I have to find a way to get free.
There’s no reasoning with someone like him.
He’s fucking psycho and he still might kill me.
Twisting, straining, gasping, I struggle to get free of him and these damn tingles overtaking my body.
“Fuck, Allie, you taste even better than I remember,” he rasps, giving me just enough time to finally take a full breath before he attacks me again.
But the more air I get, the more aware I become of his taste.
He tastes familiar, like something both salty and sweet I’ve eaten in the past, and it’s starting to fuck with me.
I focus so hard on trying to place it, on trying to figure it out, I don’t realize he’s yanking both of my hands over my head before it’s too late.