Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
“I just paid a lot for you,” he whispers. “Come here.”
How much money did he pay her for this? On top of what I got her from my father, my mom has to be sitting pretty fucking well right now.
I hear Dallas in the background. “The whole Bay paid for her.” I drift to Macon. “How much?” I ask him. “How much did you pay her?”
The smoke curls toward the ceiling, his eyes locked on mine.
I pull the ties on my cover-up, letting it fall to the floor. I stand in my two-piece swimsuit that I wore on the beach earlier today. “Enough for all of you to get your uses out of me?”
His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, and I reach behind my back, tugging the strings of my top. Pulling it away from my body, I stand in the middle of the room, topless. The guys are silent behind me.
“Enough for you to do whatever you want?”
“Enough for me to get you knocked up,” he whispers. “I want a kid, and I want it from you.”
I almost choke on a lungful of air. My stomach drops, and I barely notice him snuffing out his cigarette and lifting me into his arms. The room spins.
Is he serious?
“Wait outside,” he tells his brothers.
He carries me away, and closes us off into a back room and sets me on my feet. I can’t look up at him. I’m afraid.
He smooths locks of my hair through his fingers and brushes my chin with his thumb. “You would’ve been his wife?”
I try to speak, but it takes a moment. “Or your revenge,” I say quietly. “Is that what I am?”
Does he love me? Does he want me?
His hands glide down the sides of my torso, over my belly button, around my hips, and up my back. Then he brings them back around, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.
But all I really feel are his eyes. Nothing feels as good as him looking at me. He pulls me into him and kisses my forehead.
“How long do I have to pay?” I ask.
He pushes my bottoms down my legs, backs me up to the bed, and pushes me down before he strips off his clothes. “Until you’re dead.”
I crawl back on the bed, away, but he comes down on me, pressing me on top of the covers. I plant my hands against his chest as he stares down at me, already hard and pressing between my legs.
I dig my nails in, and he cocks his head.
“What if I was looking forward to being Mrs. Watson?” I taunt, lifting my chin. “What if I wanted him?”
He forces my leg out, grunting as his groin presses against my warm center. “If you ever fucking say that to me again …” he growls.
And then he thrusts his hips, pushing inside of me. I gasp, feeling his hard cock inside me, stretching me.
I push at his chest but don’t push him away. He pumps his hips, thrusting between my legs, sliding in and out, and then he dips down, sucking on my right nipple.
My eyelids flutter.
I watch him lick and bite as he drives into me faster and harder, fucking me like he owns me.
“I’m scared of you,” I whisper. “A little.”
Still.
If I ever fucking say that to him again—taunt him with Jerome Watson—what will he do? Kill someone?
“But I think you like me, too.” He breathes over my skin. “Just a little. Don’t you?”
It’s not really a question. He knows the answer.
My legs fall wide, I circle his waist with my arms and arch up, catching his bottom lip in my teeth.
He trembles, slowing. “I’m scared of you, too.”
I know.
Flipping us over, I straddle his cock and dive down, kissing and licking his stomach, his chest, and his neck. Then I roll my hips, taking him back inside me as I gaze at him and rock nice and slow.
“She didn’t try to touch you, did she?” I say.
I don’t want him to ever have to speak to her again.
He digs his fingers into my hips, tipping his head back as he tries to guide my hips faster and faster. “No one touches me but you.”
Only me.
“Krisjen,” he groans. “Faster.”
“No.”
I want him slow.
He grits out, “Fuck.”
Slow and soft, I slide up and down his cock, my orgasm teasing as I start to rub myself. He watches me, and then I feel his muscles tighten.
“Faster,” he begs through his teeth.
I let my head fall back, loving the feeling of him wanting me.
I bounce, and he shoots up, both of us wrapping our arms around each other. I fuck him, holding him to me as the heat builds in my stomach. I drive my thighs into him again and again, crashing my mouth down on his as I start to come.