Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I hike up my skirt and widen my legs. “Not much thinking at all. Just wondering if you’re going to fuck me or not,” I say as I rub against my sensitive bud with my pussy on full display.
His jaw tics, and his facial expression changes. It gives me satisfaction to know that although he might’ve been in control, naked and looking like a god, I can take that power back.
I rub myself as he watches, and his cock grows harder. “I need you,” I say with an innocent tone.
A haunting laugh escapes him. “You don’t need anything or anyone, Red. Not yet.”
And it’s the challenge in his tone, the exasperation that he still thinks I will ever become his, that makes me want to run for the door just as quickly. If I fuck him now and a second time, then the contract is mostly done. Right?
I hop off the counter and saunter to the shower. He watches my every move as I open the door and step in. My white shirt immediately becomes see-through, and his hand automatically trails up my outer leg as he pushes my skirt farther up.
I suck in a breath as we stare at one another, more intimately than I have with any other. I grab his cock, and the cord in his neck pulses at my touch. I’m not the only one who’s been holding out.
“You could slip in those heels,” he growls and pins my back against the tiled wall.
“You’ll catch me, though, right?” I say innocently, and I can tell it’s working magic on him. Someone like River needs submission. An innocent doe, which is the furthest thing from what I will ever be. But I wonder if I tell myself that to keep him at arm’s length.
That startling realization hits me hard, but then his hand cups my pussy, and the worry falls away as he pumps me with a finger.
Neither of us looks away as we hold one another, trying to force the other to submit first. Trying to see who will break. I offer a smile and trail my fingers down his ridiculously chiseled stomach. Fuck me, it’s divine.
I rub against his hand, riding that single finger, hoping he adds more. I need more from him. His gaze dips to my pierced nipples on full display under the white shirt.
He grabs my throat, and the painful pressure causes a pounding in my core. Fuck, I want him.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Red,” he says, but I’m certain I can make him regret those words. Every man has fallen to their knees for me and given me exactly what I want, when I’ve demanded it.
River’s grip shifts as his thumb begins to stroke my jaw, and the touch feels different. Intimate. Gentle. I don’t let the uncertainty show on my face.
I fuck. That’s it. And I currently have an itch to scratch, and that’s all, I remind myself.
“Don’t you want to taste me?” I encourage, trying to divert his expression from how intensely he’s staring at me.
His head dips, and I’m startled by the feather-light touch of his lips against mine. My hand freezes on his cock as his tongue pushes against mine, demanding. I’m swept into him momentarily, wanting to curl my hands through his hair and pull him in.
I push him away and almost slip in the water on the floor of the shower. He catches me by my elbow, but I’m quick to break free and stumble out.
Fuck, I need to leave.
None of this makes sense. I shouldn’t be here.
A kiss?
When was the last time I let anyone kiss me?
River wraps a towel around his waist. “Anya?” He catches my wrist before I can escape. And for the first time, I feel a chill of terror run through me. Not because I’m scared of River but because of the way I feel myself changing around him.
“It was a mistake coming here,” I say.
His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he releases my wrist and lets me go.
When I take my leave, he calls out my name again.
I grip the edge of his doorway, my red nails wanting to dig in to keep me here. A part of me knowing it should run.
Feelings. Alek and I don’t get them for other people. So why is my brother halfway around the world chasing a woman?
And when he does return, I may very well kill him for leaving me this long.
Because isn’t that what I’m doing right now? Chasing?
I have never been apart from my brother for this long, and I’m mistakenly craving something I’m missing, and I’m looking for it in all the wrong places. Namely, River Bently.
I shake my head and push myself out of his bedroom and go straight down the stairs. When I reach the door, I hear his voice from behind me.