Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
“I only steal yours, Rory, and I’m definitely a creep.”
I shook my head. Maybe he’d stop this bullshit if I stopped reacting to it like a crazy person. I needed to learn to ignore Nevio, but I was incapable of doing it. I shrugged. “Then keep it. I don’t care.”
His answering smile was even more infuriating. “I still have your panties from the wedding too. I think they smell of you, but not nearly as intense as the ones from last night.”
My eyes widened. “You promised to throw them away.”
His dirty grin drove me insane. “I couldn’t part with them. I knew it would be a while before I’d get the chance to get closer to your pussy.”
I couldn’t believe he’d kept them. Part of me was sickeningly elated by the news when I should really just be annoyed and repulsed. Everything Nevio did was a provocation. “Throw them away. They only smell of chlorine anyway. They were wet when you took them.”
I regretted my choice of words when I saw Nevio’s answering smile. It was dark and daring enough to make my panties wet this time for entirely different reasons, and I hated that my body still reacted to him like that. “Maybe I’ll throw them away now that I have the shorts with your lust all over them.”
“Your sense of smell is obviously off,” I muttered, even as my cheeks burned.
“Don’t pretend you don’t finger yourself to sleep every night imagining it is me, Rory. I can practically smell your arousal whenever we’re close. And last night, I was witness to your wet nightmares.”
I froze, swallowed hard. Had he watched me sleep? Had he seen me touch myself? I wasn’t sure what I’d done during my very hot dream but judging by the state of my shorts this morning, I might have actually touched myself.
Part of me wanted to turn on my heel and run away. The need to escape the situation was unbearably strong, but I didn’t want to give Nevio the satisfaction. He was the one in the wrong. He should have never been in my camper at night! “I bet you’re having wet dreams about me as well.”
“I won’t deny it. Not just at night. I think about how it’ll be to bury my cock inside you all the time.”
I shrugged, almost as if it didn’t matter, though my heart still beat furiously. “You were inside me.”
“That doesn’t count. Next time, I’m going to remember every inch of my cock claiming your tight pussy, going to memorize the smell of your arousal, lick it up after I make you come over my hands and face after I licked your pussy and your ass.”
I blinked up at him, trying to determine whether he’d really said it. Maybe I was actually asleep again. Because sometimes he said similar things in my sleep, but never when I was actually awake. Silence spread between us, and I could tell that Nevio enjoyed making me speechless again.
I glowered. “You’re all words, and I’m sick of them.”
Nevio dropped the coffee cup in the sink, grabbed my hips, and jerked me toward him. I breathed harshly, feeling a wave of rage but also desire for the man before me. Before I could choose either, Nevio’s lips pressed against mine. They were softer than I’d expected. I sank my nails into his shoulder, determined to shove him away and maybe bite him again, only harder this time, but instead, I pushed into the kiss, letting my rage consume me.
Nevio turned us around so my back pressed against the counter and kissed me even harder. His heat was everywhere, and he tasted and felt so good, like temptation and darkness.
A rage-fueled kiss wasn’t what I’d imagined for my first real kiss. It felt good, addicting, but also as if I was being pulled in a direction that wasn’t me. I tore my lips away and shoved Nevio’s arm until he pulled it back so I could move away from him. I didn’t want to be fueled by rage or hatred. Nevio obviously thrived on these destructive emotions, sought them like an addict, and I could see how they could become addicting in situations like this. They were easier to process than emotions like love and affection, which bared your soul and made you vulnerable.
I wanted to be vulnerable with the person I kissed, not driven by instinct like an animal.
“I think you gave me another one of your firsts,” Nevio said. I didn’t look at him. I wouldn’t give him a reaction, not when this was obviously a game that got him higher than any drug could.
“Keep my undies. I don’t care. I can’t play by your rules. I won’t.” I left his caravan without a look back. Part of me was satisfied with these highs, even if they were fueled by negativity. I had no intention to let that part win.