Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
“Ronan!” I scream out, louder than the thunder and lightning and pouring rain. Bliss runs through my veins as I shatter beneath his touch.
I’m breathing hard, the world blurry around the edges, as I stare up at him. Our eyes meet for a long, heated second, his gaze dark and full of lust, and then we’re plunged into darkness.
3
RONAN
Ionly get a second to take in the utter beauty that is Roxie flushed and dazed with pleasure, the pleasure I gave her, before the power cuts out.
In the sudden darkness, Roxie jumps, something falling off the desk as she scrambles to her feet. I help her stand, adjusting her skirt for her, and wrap my arm around her waist to steady her. I’m so hyper-aware of every inch of her that even when robbed of sight, I grab hold of her easily. She lets out a small giggle as our hips bump together, the sound as stunning as she is.
“Oh God,” she laughs, and I picture her shaking her head, those loose strands of blonde hair bouncing. “That was … I don’t have words.”
I smirk, though she can’t see me, feeling more than a little smug. I’m so hard my cock aches in my trousers, but as much as I want to bury myself inside her, watching her fall apart on my hand was fucking incredible. I want to do it again. I want those pretty, soft thighs wrapped around my head. I want to show her just how good being bad feels. I just want her.
I only met the girl an hour ago, but I know I’ll never be the same again. Roxie is mine, and I don’t give a single shit if it’s too fast to make those claims. She’ll learn it soon enough.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I tell her, my voice husky. I can hear the way her breath shudders, and my cock jumps in response.
“I should probably find some candles,” she says, and I agree, wanting to be able to see her again.
“Let me help,” I offer.
There’s not much help I can do, considering I don’t have a damn clue where they keep their candles around here, but I need to be close to her. Every now and then, lightning flashes outside, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her silhouette.
She slips her hand into mine, leading me around the desk and through a doorway to the right. We bump into the wall a few times, laughing as we stumble through the darkness. After rummaging through some drawers, Roxie finally finds a supply of candles and a lighter.
She hands me a candle and takes one for herself, the warm glow of the flame lighting up her face. It’s impossible not to stare at her.
“Since neither of us is getting out of here tonight, and nobody’s coming in with this weather, I need to lock up,” she explains, a glint in her eyes. “Want to help?”
As if I’d say no. She has me utterly snared, and I’m not complaining at all.
“Sure thing, sunflower,” I tell her, and together we check the locks on the windows, pulling the curtains closed to block out the outside world. “You always lived here?” I ask as we wander around, wanting to know everything there is to know about her.
“Yeah,” Roxie answers. “All my life. It’s a tiny town and a close-knit community, which can be a good thing, don’t get me wrong, but…”
“But sometimes it can be hell?” I fill in for her, making her smile at me over her shoulder.
“I’ve always dreamt of moving away,” she admits quietly, locking the front door and checking the handle as if doubting that it’s secure. “I’ve never lived anywhere but under my parents’ roof, and it’s … suffocating. I’m nobody but the pastor’s daughter here, and I want to be something for myself, you know?”
I nod, and she drops her hand from the door, inhaling deeply as she steps away.
“Sorry, you don’t want to hear all this,” she says, keeping her eyes on the flickering flame of her candle.
I reach for her, cupping her jaw with my hand. She looks up at me with wide eyes. “I want to hear everything,” I assure her, my voice soft.
She smiles, leaning into my touch. “Are you hungry?”
I smirk at her, letting my gaze roam over her obviously. “Starving.”
“For food!” she laughs, shaking her head. “Power’s off so there’s no chance at a warm meal, I’m afraid, but we do have plenty of snacks.”
She’s all the snack I need, but I bite my tongue to stop myself from saying it because she needs to eat. I need my girl happy and healthy and well taken care of. Yes, my girl. My very fucking bones know it.
“I’ll eat anything you feed me, sunflower,” I tell her honestly, loving the way she blushes pretty pink.