Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I know it won’t be the last time I interact with his demon, and honestly, after I catch my breath, I may be begging to see him again really soon.
Chapter 25
Kit
There’s not really enough room on the sofa for the two of us, and despite how I just treated her, Jules doesn’t argue or fight me when I lower us both to the living room floor, shoving the table out of the way to accommodate us.
I’m on my back, spending a few minutes to calm down before I can stomach to look over at her.
I just fucking claimed her, although I’ve felt like she was mine since the day I went to her room at the hotel that time, but I don’t know if I’d be able to back pedal if she challenged me on it right now.
When I do manage to get the courage to look at her, trying to shove down the fear that she’s going to hate me or have tears in her eyes for the rough treatment, I find her eyes closed and a tiny smile on her face.
“Are you okay?”
Her smile grows as her eyes flutter open and she turns her head in my direction.
“Never been better.”
I ache to press my lips to her, to breathe her in and hold her in my arms, but that wasn’t my intent when I came over here. Her text message made me livid. Her lack of concern for my feelings and how all of this is affecting me fueled my fire all the way over here.
The sight of her in nothing but a robe almost made me falter. I wanted so badly to slowly pull her clothes away, but there was a rage in her eyes when she first saw me. That tipped the scale. Her unearned indignation made me furious, but I also couldn’t not be inside of her.
I felt like a monster, taking her the way I did. It was probably ten steps over the line of what I would normally do, but she liked it. Fuck my life if that doesn’t open so many more doors on the things we can experience together. My cock swells with the thought because I’ve never trusted anyone enough to be that man before. I’ve never been passionate enough for someone for that guy to come out.
“You liked it?”
She looks away briefly, the flush on her neck renewing, before finding my eyes once again.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I didn’t even have to ask. I don’t think her body has contracted so hard around me before, and that’s saying a lot because the woman is a fucking vice grip when she comes.
“I shouldn’t have been so rough with you,” I say sitting up so she can no longer look in my eyes.
It was amazing, but now that my pulse is settling, a wave of guilt hits me.
What if I hurt the baby?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, spreading her legs without permission to check for damage there.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a laugh as she swats my hands from her skin.
“I need to check for injuries.”
She scoffs. “The only thing you staring down at my pussy is going to do is make it wetter. Now stop.”
My cock likes the idea of that.
I move my eyes up her body until I’m watching her face over my shoulder.
She sits up, wrapping her arms around me as she presses her lips to mine.
“I never want you to hold back, Kit. I want to know exactly what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking.”
I have to look away from her. She may say that’s what she wants, but she’ll shut me down the second I bring up Brooks’s role in my child’s life, and I’m torn with the choice to bring it up now and ruin this high we’re both on or wait and let it fester a little more.
“You only think you want that,” I manage to say as I pull away from her and stand.
She curls around herself, the pregnancy completely hidden as she bends her legs, wrapping her arms all the way around them. I shove my spent cock back into my jeans. I don’t waste the opportunity to look at her; the shadow created by her legs makes the naked sight of her even more erotic.
She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t argue or challenge me, and it only proves my point. She only wants to hear things that line up with her plans, her goals.
I should leave. Maybe I never should’ve come back over here in the first place, but I was so mad, and I’ve missed her so fucking much I felt like I was bleeding internally at not seeing her.
Instead of walking out her front door or pushing the issue, I reach my hand down to her, helping her stand from the floor, deciding that the regret from leaving would outweigh the pain of staying.