Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You know you want it,” he said, the words soft and knowing. Need wrenched its way through me. He was right. I totally wanted it.
But I’d die before giving him the satisfaction of admitting it.
“You had your chance,” I whispered. His hips rolled again. God. He was too tall. His dick was centered on my stomach, and because of that, he wasn’t touching me where I needed to be touched.
Evil, I reminded myself. A flash of Lemur’s tiny stuffed animal face filled my vision, and I felt new resolve. It didn’t matter how sexy Eli was, or how many dreams I’d had about his cock slamming home into me.
This was the same person who’d kidnapped Lemur.
Then he’d murdered him, caring so little that he hadn’t even bothered to notice where he’d thrown the innocent little creature’s body.
I’d sworn a vow that day, one that I’d nearly broken five years ago.
I wouldn’t be breaking that promise today.
Eli transferred my wrists to one hand again then dropped his free palm down to my face, cupping one cheek as his thumb brushed gently across my lips. Back and forth, the scrape of callused skin across softness called to me. My nipples hurt, and I found my hips rocking forward involuntarily.
Hungry…seeking.
“You want it,” he said again, his eyes catching and holding mine. “I do, too. I jerked off a thousand times in prison, picturing you under me. I’d lie awake at night, hand squeezing my cock hard enough to hurt, wondering what it’d feel like to sink into your pussy. This thing between us, Peaches, it’s real. It’s been real for a long time. We need to make peace.”
His voice was so soothing…
My eyes fluttered shut as his thumb probed my lips. I hesitated, then opened my mouth, sucking his digit inside. Then I rubbed the bottom of it with my tongue, pretending I was sucking on something else.
Eli groaned, then shifted, lowering himself before sort of scooping up and into me with his hips. The new position had to be uncomfortable as hell, but it left his cock right where it was supposed to be.
“Some nights, I’d think about that time you stole my car,” he continued, his voice near hypnotic. “I remember the look on your face when I finally caught up to you. Jesus. You were so proud of yourself. I couldn’t decide whether to strangle you or fuck you over the hood.”
His thumb pushed in farther. I didn’t protest, I just sucked it in deeper.
“You used to piss me off so much.”
My teeth nipped his thumb, and he groaned. I’d heard that sound before…the night he’d gotten arrested. That’s the noise he’d made when I unzipped his pants then slid my hand inside to discover how ready he was for me.
The skin covering his dick had been tight.
Painfully so. Tight and hard and ready to thrust deep inside of me, just like his fingers had been inside of me as we kissed.
You could let him do that right now… His thumb pulled back, then thrust into my mouth again. Deeper this time. One of my legs shifted to the side, my knee sliding up and along his thigh. Eli shuddered against me, hips bucking into mine.
I tugged at my arms, and he let them go.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured, pulling his thumb free. Then I felt his breath on my lips.
Opening my eyes just a little, I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair. Then his mouth came down over mine. I latched on to his bottom lip with my teeth and bit Eli King as hard as I could.
For Lemur.
He gave a strangled shout and jerked back his head. That was a bad move on his part, because I was still firmly attached. One of my hands gripped his hair as the other slid down between us.
Just like I had that night.
But this time, I didn’t reach for his cock.
Nope. This time, it was all about the balls. Catching them wasn’t easy—the denim of his jeans protected them—but I managed to get enough of a grip that he stilled as I tightened my fingers.
“Jesus,” he tried to say, but the word was all garbled. My teeth still held him, and the faint taste of blood filled my mouth. I took a moment to secure my grasp on his nuts, giving them a squeeze for good measure. Then I let his lip go, tugging back on his hair, studying his face.
Eli might be bigger, heavier, and better at fighting than me, but I was meaner.
“Do not think for one minute that I’m stupid enough to fall for your shit,” I said.
“I could kill you,” he answered, frustration and anger warring for control on his face. Nice. “Don’t you get it, Peaches? You may think you’re all tough, but you’re just a little thing. You can’t beat me like this.”