Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
One of my hands manages to break free of his hold. I should push away or claw at him. Not spear my fingers into his wet hair, caressing his scalp with a tenderness I didn’t know I possessed. His responding moan sets my soul on fire until I’m surrounded by the flames of him, suffocating on the sinful air.
He sucks on my tongue and then bites back, not quite as feral as mine. The thought warms me, chasing away the self-preservation and apprehension that always exists in his presence. I kiss him like I could win a war against him.
Challenging and furious and unrelenting.
His cock slides against mine in such a satisfying way, it doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten with the urge to come. I grip his hair, undecided if I should pull him off me or tug him closer. In the end, he makes the decision for me, kissing me deeply as his thrusting carries me right over the edge.
A ragged roar of pleasure rips from my throat as my entire body seizes with my orgasm. Hot cum drenches our stomachs between us, creating the slick lubricant for him to find his own way to ecstasy. He cries out in what can only be described as shock a second before his seed gushes out of him, soaking us and mixing with mine. His movements slow to a stop as his penetrating stare slices through me like a blade, flaying me before him.
“Get off me,” I whisper. “Get the fuck off me.”
His body tenses at my words, but he doesn’t listen. No surprise there. He reaches for his discarded shirt and then proceeds to unpin me, resting on his side next to me. I hiss when he swipes his shirt over my cock, cleaning the combined cum off. His movements are almost sweet as he cleans the rest off of me and then himself.
I’m so confused.
A mixture of disgust and regret churns in my gut, souring the alcohol and threatening to make it reappear. Acid burns my esophagus.
What the fuck did we just do?
It’s Dragon, for God’s sake.
But, for as much as I hate him, I don’t hate his mouth or his cock or his touch. I don’t hate the way his green eyes study me with sharp intelligence as though he can peer inside my brain right now. I feel exposed and ruined and raw. Tears burn at my eyes while my bottom lip wobbles. I bite down on it to keep the sob locked in my throat.
“Please leave me alone,” I beg, one of the stupid tears escaping and racing down my temple. “Please.” And because it worked to piss him off before, I whisper his name, “Chase.”
His emerald eyes harden into stone and his jaw clenches. Even in his fury, he’s a beautiful sight to behold. I want him to recoil away from me. I need him to because my heart is in agony right now.
He raises a hand, causing me to flinch. Then his thumb swipes away the tear. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Baby Prospect.”
But he does just that.
Leaves me alone.
Slides off the bed, revealing his toned ass and muscular thighs to me, and saunters into the bathroom. The shower starts back up again as a chill sweeps over my naked flesh. I blink away my daze, quickly scrambling to get my boxers back on. After I throw my T-shirt on too, I bury myself under the blanket, hoping to provide as many layers of protection as I can between us.
I hate Dragon with all that is in me.
So why do I ache for him?
Why does it hurt now that I’m alone in this bed with nothing but my pitiful thoughts?
Whatever just happened between us can’t happen again. I won’t survive going down that path with Dragon. No fucking way. He’ll burn his way right through me. I’m papery thin as it is, barely managing to hold onto this life where I never feel as though I belong. All it’ll take is for his burn to singe one tiny corner of me. I’ll light up so fast, I’ll have no hope of stopping it. In the end, I’ll be nothing but ash.
I have to be strong.
Like the man I’m trying so hard to become.
I can do this.
I have to do this.
My life and sanity depend on it.
Dragon
I try to remember my life before Night Giant. Before he stole my innocence and made me his warped plaything. There was a time I had normal desires and wants. To love and be loved. To go to college and play ball. To make my parents proud.
All of it feels like a lost dream belonging to someone else.
My only dream now is to get my hands on that motherfucker so I can make him pay. I crave to slice and dice him. To cut his skin off inch by inch so he can feel one iota of the pain he caused me. I need to make him suffer.