Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I was at his mercy.
“Do you want this?” he rasped.
This?
Already pleasure coated my insides. Everything was hazy, except for the feeling of him.
My mouth opened to answer, and he began grinding against me, slow and purposeful. Fuuuck. Pleasure ripped through me.
I couldn’t answer. I just held on.
“Kali.” He murmured my name against my throat. His breath misted my skin.
I didn’t want him to stop. The throbbing grew.
“I need to know. Do you want this?”
I didn’t know what he meant, and I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t speak, but I moved with him. My hips pushed against his, and I wrapped a hand around his back and neck. I began to ride him, and that was enough.
Another growl ripped from him, and he took over.
There was no other way to describe it.
His mouth found my throat, and he tasted. He pushed up and into me so hard that I could almost feel him inside of me.
My God.
I wanted that.
My hand moved between us, catching his jeans and finding the top button.
But something held me back. I had mostly ceased thinking by now, but somewhere in the back of my head, I knew. I just knew. If I undid this button, it was over. We’d go all the way. So I held off, but as he continued grinding up and into me, I was fast losing interest in that instinct telling me to wait.
His mouth moved up my throat, and he pulled us away from the wall.
One hand held my leg and the other was around my back. He turned and took two steps. His hand slid down my spine into the back of my pants. He palmed my ass before laying me on the bed. Then he rose above me, watching.
The separation felt like a bucket of cold water.
I protested against it, wanting him back. My chest rose and fell, and I couldn’t catch enough air.
Then I heard what had stopped him.
A phone was ringing.
I looked, still in a daze, my body aching from wanting him, but it was my phone.
He knelt, putting his hands back on me. He searched, and his hand went to one of my pockets. He pulled out the phone, and his whole face went hard. He showed me the screen before hitting accept.
I gasped, jerking upright. It said Foley was calling.
“Why the fuck are you calling her?” he growled into the phone.
13
KALI
I was in another universe. That’s the only thing that made sense as I lay back down on the bed, struggling to think clearly again and listening to Shane King rip apart my husband. No. Ex-husband.
Shane King.
I couldn’t wrap my head around that, around him. That he was here. That he was in my life again.
That he sounded like he wanted to murder Foley.
That was making me feel a certain way, a good certain way.
“Yeah, dipshit. You don’t know me. You don’t want to know me. Why are you calling her? Divorce was final, wasn’t it? She walked with nothing, you piece of shit. She wanted to get away from you so fast that she walked with nothing. Far as I’m thinking, the only reason you should be calling her is because you woke up and realized how unfair that shit was, after all the women you went through behind her back, and you want to right some of your wrongs. Is that why you’re calling?”
Whoa. I think Shane really did want to kill Foley.
He was listening now. I could hear the murmur of Foley’s voice and recognized what he was feeling. He was scared, but angry and panicky at the same time.
I sat up on my elbows and raised my head. It felt so heavy. I should’ve gotten up, taken the phone away from Shane, but there wasn’t an ounce of caring in my body. I was all cared out, and I couldn’t deny that it felt nice hearing someone take up the fight for me.
I was tired, and there was a heaviness inside of me. I’d always felt it, but it had been more the last year. It felt like an anchor trailing behind me, always pulling me back. I had to strain against it. To keep going. To keep fighting. To keep persevering.
I was just fucking tired.
Shane glanced my way, and his eyes were so fierce I felt seared by them. I was starting to like that burning feeling I got from him, from being around him, from touching him, from him just looking at me.
“You want to know what right I have to be saying any of this?” he demanded, turning his attention back to the phone. “I know the names of all the women you cheated on Kali with. How about that? I know the men you dipped into too. And yeah, she’s here. She’s hearing this. She’s letting me talk to you this way. Think on that.” After a pause he added, “She wants nothing to do with you. Do not call her unless it’s to apologize with an offer of compensation, what you owe her from the divorce. Any other reason, you’ll get me every time.”