Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I’ve always had control, but for the past forty-eight hours, I’ve been spiraling.
I barely slept last night, tossing and turning with my mind reeling a mile a minute. I’m waiting for the fallout—the official email—but it hasn’t come yet.
All Brooklyn has to do is tell her father it’s a lie. And then my entire life is fucking over.
I can’t lose my chance at tenure. It’s years in the making. I can’t control the thought that Brooklyn may have set me up.
How do I know she’s not the one behind the video being emailed to the board and her father?
I don’t trust her. She’s a Chambers, and they’re full of lies, deception, and manipulation. Hot as fucking hell but not to be trusted.
Did I play right into her hands? Can I buy my way out of this?
None of this stops the desire to call her my little whore again. I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
More than I care to admit to myself, let alone out loud to anyone else. Once I pull into the parking garage of the hotel, I rush to her room and pound on the door. I roll my sleeves up as I wait for her to answer.
After a minute, she doesn’t, and I shift where I stand, brushing off my slacks and banging my fist on the door again. “Open the door, Brooklyn!”
She flings it open, shouting, “What?”
My heart hammers, and I fucking love it. I love the heat in her gaze, her reddened lips, and that fire in her tone.
In one quick stride, I’m in her face with my hand over her mouth. I kick the door shut behind me as I back her up against the wall, locking her in place. Like the other night, she’s at my mercy. My cock hardens instantly.
In the midst of having her in my arms, I quickly scour the room and see the long, narrow hallway beside us. I’m immediately assaulted by the scent of her everywhere and all around me. For a second, I feel a little lightheaded.
With a hard edge in my tone, I warn, “Tell me again that you want to call this off?”
She whimpers a moan, both pissed and turned on. She’s wearing a skimpy cream nighty that leaves very little to the imagination. I’m instantly envisioning her beneath me and moaning out my name. The silk clings to her like a second skin, and I can’t help to let out a tormented groan.
The reaction she stirs out of me is new to me. I’m used to being in control, and when it comes to her, I feel as if I don’t have any.
“Now, are you going to be my good girl and listen to me, or am I going to have to spank you into submission? Either way, you’ll hear what I have to say.” Gesturing to her, I order, “Nod your pretty little head if you understand me.”
She glares at me, and it hits my already hard cock like a fucking bullet. She’s the one holding the loaded gun, aiming it directly at my dick. And what does she do next? The fucking minx bites my hand.
I grip her throat this time, and her eyes widen.
“Since you can’t follow simple directions, I’ll have to hold you hostage until you listen to what I have to say.”
She opens her mouth to reply, but I grip her throat a little harder, silencing her. Not enough to hurt, not enough to cut off her breath, just enough. Just like I did the other night. She writhes under me, and I know damn well she could fight.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
Her gorgeous doe eyes zero in on me.
“That got your attention?”
She reluctantly nods, surrendering to me, but I don’t let her go. Mostly because I like having her at my mercy.
“I want something I think you want too.”
Again, her brows furrow.
“And I need you to do this for me.”
She mouths, “Why?”
I don’t hesitate to respond. “I need you to be my fiancée for a believable amount of time.”
Little by little, I back away from her, and her hand goes to her throat, but she keeps her eyes on me. “Why do you want this now?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“If I’m going to be your fake fiancée, then I’m making it my business.”
I cock my head to the side, grinning. “So you agree to keep this charade going?”
“Not until you tell me why.”
“I’ll tell you when the time is right.”
In one breath, she spews, “I don’t fucking trust you.”
I don’t waver. “The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”
“Fuck off.”
Unable to resist, I grip the back of her neck and tell her, “I already told you, my little whore, I’d much rather fuck you instead.”
And with that…
I slam my mouth onto hers.
CHAPTER 6
Ronan
Something primal has come over me.
Maybe it’s because someone has leaked our sex tape.