Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My head snapped around, coming face-to-face with Luke Jameson. “You stalking me now?”
He didn’t pay me any mind. Instead, he abruptly stepped between us, leaving me only facing him.
“Luke,” I warned in the same threatening tone he just used on him.
It was the first time I ever called him by his first name, but it felt like a moment when I really needed him to know he was in trouble.
“Are you the man who likes to put his hands on women?”
Eric didn’t back down. If anything, he stood taller. “Who the fuck are you?”
He got right in his face. “I’m the man who’s going to teach you a lesson.”
“Before you start teaching lessons, Jameson,” I intervened, “how about I teach you one first?”
He spun to face me as I backed away into the room behind me. With the click of the light switch, the bright-ass space came into sight. I nodded toward Eric to leave, and he didn’t question it. He was well aware I could take care of myself.
Jameson looked around the room with an unreadable expression, fueling something inside me.
Enough to declare, “I can take you raw, Luke.”
He watched my every move, and I didn’t hesitate to jump into the ring.
With my hands out at my sides, I confessed, “I can’t imagine this is the first time you’ve added stalking to your long list of illegal activities, so I’ll cut to the chase. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”
He folded his arms over his chest. “So this is why you have bruises.”
“I told you I can take care of myself.”
“You box, yeah?”
I firmly stated, “I kick ass, yeah.”
His demeanor quickly changed to a more lighthearted vibe. The tension in the air was still thick, but it was for other reasons. I wore a sports bra with tight spandex shorts, and I think this was the first time he actually took a look at me. He was too consumed with the rage he felt, thinking Eric abused me.
The appearance in his gaze turned predatory pretty quickly.
I cocked my head to the side. “Like what you see?”
Ignoring my question, he asked, “Who is he to you?”
“Look at you, always asking questions like you have a right to. You still haven’t figured out that I owe you nothing.”
“Even after last night, you still can’t let that guard down, huh?”
“We can’t play fifty questions while you eye-fuck the shit out of me at the same time, so how about we box instead?”
He scoffed out, “I’m not fighting you.”
With a cheeky smirk, I challenged, “Worried you’ll get beat by a girl?”
“You think that’s gonna work on me?”
“What will work on you?”
In an unpleasant voice, he demanded, “Answer my questions, and we can go from there.”
Since I was feeling friendly, I agreed, “Fine. I’ll answer one question if you’ll box me. Fair?”
“Duchess—”
“Pick your question wisely.”
He made his way into the ring. “Those are fightin’ words, darlin’.”
“Apparently.”
Once he stood in front of me, he skimmed my Roman numeral collarbone tattoo with the back of his fingers.
“I want to know what this means.”
I eyed him skeptically for a few seconds. “And then what?”
“And then I get to take you out.”
“Define out?”
His fingers shifted to my cheek. “It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“All the more reason.”
“You really think I want to fight you this badly?”
He grinned. “I know you do.”
As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, I right hooked him, but he caught it and spun me around so fast that my back collided with his rock-hard chest. His chiseled arm snaked around my neck, holding my body against his.
“You’re at my mercy now,” he rasped in my ear.
“In your dreams.”
I crouched low to the ground to break out of his hold and gripped his arm before swiftly stepping behind him. In one quick motion, I kicked his legs out from under him, and he instantly fell backward onto the mat with an, “Oomph!”
“You were saying?”
He tried to take my legs out from under me, but he wasn’t quick enough, making me laugh.
“Come on, old man, is that all you got?”
He was on his feet and backing me into the corner of the ring with a hard thud in two seconds flat. Quickly, he gripped my throat, taking both my wrists with his other hand and placing them behind me.
Inches away from my mouth, he ordered, “Do your worst, darlin’. Just know, all you’re doin’ is makin’ my dick hard.”
CHAPTER
TWELVE
LUKE
To prove my point, I rubbed my dick against her pussy.
Glancing up, she stared me dead in the eyes. “Eh. I’ve had better.”
Unable to hold back, I called her out on her bullshit. “’Cause your panties aren’t wet right now?”
She angled her head up in defiance, sassing, “I’m not wearing any.”
Her leg shot up, trying to nail me in the balls. She instantly made me release my hold to block her retaliation. She didn’t let up and tried to punch me in the face. I blocked each attempt, only pissing her off.