Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I’m good, just not feeling one hundred percent. Thought I could push through, but I guess I can’t.” I hated lying to him, but this beast that had gotten a hold of me would not relent.
“Are you sure it’s not something else because you haven’t really been yourself all week.”
“I’m fine. It’s nothing that a day of rest won’t fix. You know how to reach me in case something turns up.”
He gave me a long hard stare before shrugging his shoulders and walking off. He probably knew it was pointless to argue with me.
When I made it back to Frankie’s place, her car was still gone, and it was well past lunchtime. So I decided to wait. Remembering I still had a key to her place, I let myself in. I shut down the alarm system, thankful she hadn’t changed the password. Like the key I had in case of emergencies when my brother was alive.
I paced the house waiting as my jealousy grew into something ugly. I wondered what she was doing with this mystery man. Were they lovers? Did she enjoy his touch? These thoughts were driving me insane as I pictured him touching her, and I seethed. Would she make those cute little moans she used to make with me? Did she still taste of cinnamon and vanilla? Were her lips still softer than a feather?
I would probably be damned for the feelings I had toward my brother’s widow, but dammit, she’d been mine first.
I had scoured her house, searching for a stiff drink, and all I could find was a bottle of wine which was still three quarters full.
I finished off the bottle as my rage was stoked by the flames of jealousy within me.
At some point I must have dozed off because the next I knew, I heard the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. My anger renewed upon seeing that it was close to midnight, and she was just coming home. Maybe I had gone a little insane because that could be the only explanation for my waiting in a dark house for her to come inside.
Something inside of me snapped when she walked into the house as casually as she pleased. I gripped her by the neck and pushed her against the wall, my body covering hers. I didn’t give her the chance to answer the question I’d demanded of her before grinding my lips angrily against hers. This is what I’d waited for all day…wanted…needed.
I don’t know if it was the shock from seeing me or genuine disinterest, but she kept her lips shut which only further drove me to madness. While keeping one hand on her throat, I used the other one to thread my fingers through her short curls. The length of her locks was just enough for me to get a nice grip on her scalp.
“Open your mouth, goddammit,” I growled against her lips.
When they remain stubbornly close, I dug my teeth into her bottom lips, causing her to gasp. I took advantage of those parted lips to slip my tongue to inside to taste her sweetness.
She struggled against me, but perhaps it was the madness because the fight turned me on. The feel of her softness against me made my dick spring to life. I grinded my erection against the apex of her thighs. I was a tall man at 6’2 but Frankie’s 5’8 frame aligned perfectly with mine. I pinned her body against mine and savoring her every second of being close to her, punishing her for daring to be with another. At least that’s what I told myself.
The truth was that I’d thought of nothing but this since she’d chosen my brother over me. Releasing the grip in her hair, I gripped her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.
Frankie twisted her head, breaking the tight seal of our lips. “Stop this!”
“You were willing to spread your legs for some other man for free, so you’re sure going to do it for me!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What other man?”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. I know about the man who’s been staying here for the past few days.”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “The only person who stayed over here was my brother, you psycho. Is that what this is all about?”
I froze at her declaration which apparently gave her the momentum to finally push me away.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I understand that we made an agreement, but you can’t treat me like this. Now that you have the answer to your question, could you please leave? I’ve had a long day, and I’d like to go to bed.”
Part of me wanted to apologize for jumping to conclusions, but then I remembered why I’d come here in the first place. It didn’t matter whom she was with. She could have been with the Pope. It didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t here at my convenience. I didn’t care that it wasn’t fair. That was the deal. I owed her no courtesy, and she wouldn’t get an ounce from me.