Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
She knew how hard it was for Loki to admit that he might need some help. Especially from a man he barely knew.
A man who wanted Loki’s girl.
“I love you, Ki-Ki,” she told him.
“Fuck. Love you too, Tinkerbelle.” He reached up with his hand, placing it behind her head so he could draw her down for the sweetest kiss she’d ever had.
It wasn’t like her first kiss with Remy. Which had been filled with fire and heat. With obsession and possession.
Loki already knew he owned her. He had to.
This was about the sweetness of a happy ever after. The dream they never thought would be a reality, but they still dreamed it night after night.
It was a kiss that was always meant to be. Just years in the making.
And it was everything.
She opened her mouth to him, let him into her soul. And he settled in that place she’d had reserved for him.
Right next to the spot she was keeping safe for Remy.
When Loki drew back, she let out a soft murmur of protest. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to circle back and kiss him again and again.
But then a hot, heavy hand was placed on her cheek and her face was turned. Remy had weathered storms she still knew nothing about. She could tell his life hadn’t been easy. Nothing about him invited you to come closer, to sink into him, to give him pieces of you.
Until you really looked deeper. And there it was. The lone wolf turned protector. He couldn’t care less about what people thought of him. Didn’t care about their hopes, dreams, and worries.
Unless you harmed someone he cared about.
Then she was certain he could be a vicious killing machine without remorse.
And she wanted to wrap herself up in him. At the same time she wanted to show him how good life could be with someone on your side.
This time his kiss was different. Was he holding back because of Loki?
Maybe.
Or perhaps this was the seal of a promise.
To do whatever he could to keep her happy, to make this work. That’s what she promised him.
By the time the kiss ended, her head was spinning, and she was gasping for breath.
“Lord have mercy,” she muttered. “The two of you are going to kill me, kissing like that.”
“Nobody is dying,” Remy said harshly.
Shoot. She hadn’t meant it like that. Her gaze shot to Loki, but he was just staring at Remy thoughtfully.
Remy closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Sorry, I know it was just a turn of phrase.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “That was just . . . it was so darn perfect. I didn’t mean to ruin it.”
“You didn’t,” Loki told her as Remy placed his hand over hers, forcing hers to still. She’d been wringing them again. “No saying sorry for things that aren’t your fault.”
That was gonna be a hard habit to break. Her dad had always insisted on her apologies for everything. As though, if he got enough apologies, he’d finally feel like he’d been paid back for having to raise a girl. Would he have demanded her mom apologize over and over for having the audacity to birth him a girl?
“Safeword?” Loki asked.
“We did discuss a safeword. She was going to use red. But we should talk about limits before you spank her.”
Um, excuse me, what?
32
Isa gaped at Remy. “Spank me?”
Remy raised an eyebrow. Loki frowned.
Uh-oh.
He’d been angry when he’d walked into the house earlier and heard Remy agree to spank her. But Remy had said that Loki should be the one to spank her, right?
She hadn’t misheard him . . . had she?
Remy watched them both steadily. “Is spanking a hard limit, Isabelle?”
He knew it wasn’t. She’d asked him to . . . oh, this was for Loki?
“No,” she said breathlessly.
“You want to be spanked if you’re naughty?” he queried.
“Not sure I’d use the word, ‘want’ . . .”
Are you sure that’s not the right word? Because the way your panties are turning wet says something else.
“No lying,” Remy said firmly. “You can say if you aren’t comfortable telling us something, but you cannot lie.”
“Well, I’ve never been spanked before!” she blurted out. “Reading, thinking, dreaming about something is very different from . . . from reality.”
“Fair enough,” Remy replied. “You can’t know if it’s something you want until you’ve experienced it. However, it’s also meant to be a punishment. A deterrent. So you shouldn’t want it too much or we’ll have to think of other ways to discipline you.”
Dear. Lord.
Why was this turning her on? Was there something wrong with her that she was now wondering how he intended to spank her?
“You asked me to spank you to help with the guilt, yes?” Remy asked in his gruff voice.
“Yes.” She looked to Loki. Oh, was that why he thought that Loki should spank her? Because she felt guilty over hurting him, keeping things from him? “Remy is right. It should be you. I . . . I feel so bad, Loki. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything.”