Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He gets injured—like that broken arm—and while he’s a genius, he’s definitely not a robot.
“Are you tired?” I murmur.
“I’m not tired.” His voice rumbles against my chest, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “I’m pissed off at you for drinking with the assholes when I wasn’t around.”
“It’s just drinking.”
“It’s just you speaking erotically for God knows how long. I turn murderous at the thought of anyone imagining you during sex.”
Right. He gets impossible at the thought of anyone else touching me. To this day, he’s still searching for the owner of the hand I posted on IG. No kidding, every time he meets someone from my family or acquaintances, he checks their hands.
Thank God Moses usually wears gloves.
I stroke his chest. “I didn’t think about it from that perspective.”
“Then start to.”
“Maybe Nikolai was right.”
This time, he opens one eye. “About?”
“He said I’m so special to you that it’s scary to imagine how you’d be without me.”
“I don’t have to, because there won’t be me without you, little rabbit.”
My heart does that wild flip again, the one where I feel it’ll break the skin from the spur of emotions.
Before I can form a reply, he continues, “And aren’t you getting comfortable talking about me behind my back?”
“You do that with Bran all the time. Also, I don’t really have to ask with Anni. She’ll provide any information and then some if you just give her a topic. She told me you’re brutal.”
“Annika should worry about herself, because she’ll see what brutal is once Jeremy finds out about her little crush.”
“Heeey! Don’t tell him. Besides, it’s not like Creigh is interested in her. Though I’m not sure about that anymore. They’ve been acting weird lately, like suuuper weird.”
A dark look passes his now open eyes. “Stay out of it.”
“What? Why?”
“Just stay out of their business. Believe me, it’s bloody.”
I narrow my eyes, somehow feeling like he’s withholding information from me.
Then again, he’s close with Jeremy, so of course he’d be on his side, not Anni’s. But why do I feel like there’s more to the story?
He closes his eyes again. “Now, sleep.”
“But I don’t want to sleep.”
“Sleep or I fuck you. And it’s not going to be a gentle fuck. I will make you scream, then muffle your voice so no one hears.”
I gulp, but it’s not out of dread. My core clenches and pleasure pools between my thighs.
Deep inside this man lurks a cold-blooded monster that’s often luring him to the edge. He says I keep him from taking the fall.
Before me, he used to be an aimless monster.
Now, he’s my monster.
And that first unconventional encounter was how I was supposed to meet him.
I was too lethargic, too out of it to even consider anyone. I hated life and myself, and that event brought back my senses in a painful outburst.
My shrink would say I’m finding excuses. I say, I found myself through this devil.
Not all girls like the hero. I was fated to fall in love with the villain.
Because I know, I just know that he’ll put me ahead of everyone. Himself included.
So I grab his face and slam my lips to his. I’m not usually this forthcoming about sex or affection, mostly because I love when he takes what he wants.
It’s how we function.
But right now, I want to kiss him, to show him that even if I fight, I’ve never for once not wanted him.
I always have.
Always.
He grunts as he bites my lower lip in his mouth and then flips us over, a hand around my throat.
“I gave you a way out, but you went ahead and refused it. Now, you’re truly fucked, baby.”
“Who says I want a way out?” I grin.
“That’s my girl. Now, tell me what I want to hear.”
My palm meets his cheek. “I’m yours, my monster.”
“And I’m yours, little rabbit.”
And then he shows me just how much we belong to each other.
EPILOGUE - KILLIAN
TWO YEARS LATER
I’ve come to the realization that there are too many irritating people in my and Glyndon's life.
More specifically, people who think it’s such a great idea to steal her time from me.
My tolerance level concerning that is slowly but surely fading out, and I can’t be held responsible for the hell that will break loose when I reach my limit.
In fact, that limit was fully breached around two years ago, soon after we started our relationship, but I made the mistake of promising to see things from her perspective.
At that time, it was the only thing that would make her trust me enough to be with me. But now, I have to accept that she actually needs friends.
That she wants to be recognized for who she is.
That as much as I want to spend every waking moment buried deep inside her or just holding her in my arms, she needs something as blasphemous as going out with friends and colleagues and all the fucking charade.