Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I was taking a drink of my water that the waitress left for us and choke—mid-swallow. “Torin!”
“I like it when you cry out my name. I like it more when you’re naked, but it’s still pretty damn good either way.”
“How did I not know that your mind was so warped?” I snarl.
Torin wraps his hand around my neck and brings my face in close to his. I gasp, but I don’t say anything. His hold is so tight, I’m not sure I could respond anyway. He brings his lips to my ears as I feel his hot breath brush against me. My eyes involuntarily close. It shouldn’t turn me on, not with the way he’s holding me, but it does. I can feel my panties getting wet. I don’t understand why I find what he’s doing so exciting. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. He’s not being gentle at all. His hold is a little painful and yet, even that is something I like.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“You wanted me, Skylar. You offered me something I wanted but thought I could never claim, so often that I thought I’d go insane. The thing is you made one mistake.”
“What—” I squeak out, but he shakes his head no. He’s giving me a clear message without words.
“You flirted with that fucker from the Devil’s Blaze, and I discovered that even though you deserved better, I could still claim you as mine. If you think I’m going to let you go now, you’re stupid.” I jerk my head to try and get out of his grip. It’s a useless attempt. His tongue slides against the shell of my ear. His teeth nip along the path his tongue leaves behind and I feel goosebumps breakout over my body. I whimper before I can stop myself. “I know you’re not stupid, Peaches. You want me as much as I want you. You want what I’m going to give you.”
His hand loosens and now instead of trapping me in a firm hold, he’s caressing my skin as his lips graze along my jawline. “Torin,” I whisper, hating myself because I sound weak with desire. I want him so much right now that it’s almost physically painful. I don’t understand the affect he has on me. I should be kneeing him in the balls and walking away—yet, that’s the last thing I want to do.
“You’re safe with me, Skylar. Relax tonight and let me show you how it is meant to be between us. I’m not going to fight it anymore. You have to admit that night outside of the Wolf’s Den, we both knew we belonged together. The reaction we had to one another was combustible. Fuck, it still is. You can’t even try to deny that.”
“How am I supposed to trust this, Torin? Do you have any idea how you’ve hurt me the last three years? What’s to say that I give in and then you just walk away? There’s such a thing as self-preservation. You know?”
“You’re forgetting that there’s a difference now. In the past, I’ve fought like hell to stay completely away from you.”
“Yeah, because I’m too young, blah, blah, fucking blah. Here’s a newsflash for you, Torin. The age difference between us is still the same and I’m not yet, twenty-one.” He surprises me by laughing. It irritates the hell out of me because I see nothing funny about any of this. I slap his shoulder in response, but he just leans down and kisses me on my forehead. “What the hell is so funny?”
“You sounded like Dragon’s old lady, Nicole. She’s always giving him what she calls ‘newsflashes’,” he mutters, his eyes twinkling in humor.
“I like Nicole,” I mutter. I don’t add that she’s the kind of old lady that I always wanted to be. The other women in the club look up to her and when a twinkie or one of the other club women disrespect her, she doesn’t back down. My mom can hold her own, but she’s never been one to hang around much at the club and Dad doesn’t stick around for parties much either. They much prefer to be at home with us or by themselves. I’ve always wanted to be a part of the club life and embrace it fully. So, I guess, Nicole has always been a role model for me. It sounds silly. I doubt Dragon ever walked away from her either, so I guess I’m failing.
I’m looking down, avoiding eye contact with Torin, so I’m not prepared when he puts his rough, calloused fingers under my chin and lifts my face. I don’t even get the chance to question him because his lips are on mine. I give into his kiss completely. His tongue slides into my mouth, seeking mine out and I swallow down his groan. Torin’s hand moves to my hair, tangling into it with a brute force that excites and stimulates me so much that I feel the evidence of it sliding against my inner thighs. Everything fades away. Nothing matters but Torin’s hands on my body and his tongue owning my mouth. I lose all rational thought. I’m too filled with hunger to pay attention to anything but the pleasure he’s giving me. I think Torin must feel the same. His hand moves in the deep V-neck of my dress as his fingers caress the cup of my bra.