Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“I’m taking you to work!”
“You aren’t!” I argue.
“I am!”
“No way!”
He stares at me. I try to prepare myself for more of his arguing. Then, he ruins it all when he grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer and his lips are on mine. I do my best to remain stiff in his arms and not respond to his kiss. This is only the third kiss I’ve had since my attack. I’ve never responded to anyone other than Victor. I should be able to hold myself still now, however—especially since I’m mad at him. Maybe I could have until he sucks on my bottom lip and pulls it between his teeth to nibble on it. My knees go instantly weak. I feel the strange heat move through my body. I whimper as he sucks on the tender flesh. The next moment, his tongue slides in against mine. There’s nothing slow and sweet about Victor now. He immediately searches and takes over my mouth, leaving me holding onto him just so I can remain standing. I moan as his hands move to my ass and he pulls me up. My legs and arms wrap around him. I hold on for dear life, prepared to go wherever Victor takes me. I give myself completely but we both stiffen, freezing when Zane coughs.
I force myself to pull back. I slowly open my eyes to see Victor’s intense, dark gaze boring into me. My insides clinch when he licks his lips, sending waves of heat and electricity through me. That simple action hits me in the most feminine part of me, awakening areas of my body that have either been dead for years or were never operational to begin with.
“Fuck off, Zane,” Victor says with a heated look, never taking his gaze away from me.
I let my legs drop, holding onto his shoulders as I slide down to stand beside him.
“Hey, I’m just wondering if breakfast is still on or if I need to head out and find my own while you take Angel to work,” Zane quips.
“I hear the Biscuit House down the street has good food,” Victor replies, his fingers, sliding against my ribs in a sweet caress.
A small quiver moves through me before I shake my head, forcing myself out of the lust-filled haze I’ve tumbled into. “No,” I respond, my voice gruff and filled with a hunger that I can’t possibly hide. “I’m going to make breakfast. Why don’t you shower, Zane? You can clean up and by the time you get out, I’ll be prepared to send you into a lemon coma,” I joke, forcing myself to look over my shoulder at him. I can feel my face heat, but I still force myself to smile.
“Looking forward to it, Angel.”
“Her name is Angelina,” Victor growls.
“She looks like an angel,” Zane counters. “Well, at least one with a penchant to cause trouble,” he adds with a wink.
“Hey!” I laugh.
“It’s the red hair, babe. Men are like bulls. You wave red at us, and we can’t resist, even if we already know you’re going to be our ruin.”
“Don’t make me kill you, Zane,” Victor growls.
I gasp, giving Victor a dirty look before I kick his shin. “Shut up. For a man who doesn’t even want to be my friend, you sure are getting annoying.”
“Gia—”
I ignore him and make sure to cut him off. “Zane, maybe I should go back to dying my hair blonde so I could live up to the angel you see,” I laugh, trying to joke. That’s what another woman would do right? One who was whole? One who is not me.
“God, no,” Zane laughs.
“What?” I laugh. “That way you wouldn’t see the trouble I cause until I’d already trapped you in my web.” Trapped you in my web? God, I’m so lame.
“Angel, if this,” Zane motions toward me, “is your natural hair, why would you ever dye it blonde?”
“It’s a long, sad story, but sometimes a girl needs to be somebody completely different just so they don’t have to remember who they were.”
Zane stares at me for a minute and I get the feeling that he sees more than I want him to see. “Well, for what it’s worth, if this is the real you, then, I really like who I see.”
I smile and the heat creeps back into my face for another reason now.
Victor lets out some kind of noise that sounds close to a pissed off bear. I squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“And that’s enough. Zane. If you want to have teeth in your head so you can eat my woman’s pancakes, you need to back the fuck off.”
“Victor!”
“Shut it, Gia. You and I are going to have this out, not as much as I want because you have work, but this evening you and I are going to come to an understanding.”