Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Easy, sweetheart,” he dares to purr near my ear, his big body not about to allow mine to budge. “What’s the rush?”
He lifts himself to his elbows and forces me to do what I don’t want to do—stare into his eyes. Those damn eyes that always trick me into thinking that nothing but the moment matters. When he looks at me like he is now, I believe we have something real, not manufactured in a lab or by way of his manipulation, when I know better.
My throat goes all cottony, my tongue thick. “I have a flight to catch. I need to get ready.”
“You aren’t taking that flight.”
“Of course I am,” I say. “We need that hard drive.”
“We don’t,” he says. “Brock told Lucian he knows nothing more than we do.”
“He could have been lying,” I argue, acutely aware of the fact that he’s still inside me. “We can’t take that chance. The return flight is a perfect opportunity to get that drive.”
“The only place you’re going is to Sunrise City, where I know you’ll be safe.”
“Temporary safety isn’t safety at all. I can’t find Red Dart in Sunrise City, and what am I supposed to tell my father?”
“Whatever you need to,” he growls, apparently not pleased with that question. “Be creative.”
“And then we don’t get that hard drive and the data on Red Dart.”
“We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way, or we both know you would never have come to me in the first place. For two years, you didn’t give a damn about where I was or what I was doing. What right do you have to tell me anything now?”
His jaw clenches, his eyes brimming with anger—looking as if he’s about to explode—like he might actually, for once, break his calm composure and yell back at me. And I want him to. I want him to say what is on his mind and to let me inside that hard shell of his. But it doesn’t happen. He rolls off me and leans against the headboard.
“You’re not getting on that plane,” he repeats.
For a moment, I lay there, the dampness between my legs stealing all my thoughts. We didn’t use a condom. I’m not on the pill. I’m not even sure it would work with this lifebond between us, either. A breath quakes from my chest, and I force that worry away for the time-sensitive problem. “I am getting on that plane, Creed, and you can’t stop me.”
Ignoring my nudity, I scramble off of the bed and rush toward the closet, but I don’t make it even a step. In a flash, he’s sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling me between his thighs. And damn my body for its insistence that fucking this man is all that matters. Awareness rushes over me, heat spearing my body even before he turns me to face him, my nipples inches from his face. His hands brand my hips. His cheek rasps against my breasts, his lips against my nipple.
I shiver, and damn him, I’m struggling to think, let alone argue my point and remember why I need to get dressed. His tongue laves my nipple, and it’s all I can do not to dive my fingers into his dark hair. I crave this man, his strength, even his arrogance, even knowing he’s going to hurt me again. I think he does, too.
Clinging to what resolve I have left, angry at my weakness, I shove on his shoulders. “Damn it, Creed. Stop trying to manipulate me. I’m not having sex with you again.” As if I’ve said absolutely nothing, he suckles my nipple, his silky dark hair erotically tickling my skin. Desperate to stop him before I no longer possess the will, my hands go to his head. “Stop, Creed!”
He tilts his chin up, a challenge in his eyes. “Is that what you really want?”
“What I want and what needs to happen are two different things. I’m getting dressed, and I’m leaving.”
“No, you are not.”
Chapter Seven
Creed
I’m preparing for the battle of Addie’s stubborn insistence she get on that flight when her eyes flicker and turn black. It’s a part of the transition, the bonding, that shouldn’t happen unless we exchange blood, but everything GTECH evolves. Our bodies want that connection to be complete.
Mine sure as fuck does, as my reaction is physically intense. I’m instantly battling a wild, uncontrollable need to fuck her again, as if my body recognizes the need to finish what I started and make her mine. “Your eyes just turned black, Addie.” My voice vibrates with the rage of my need.
She says something to me that I don’t hear, blood rushing in my ears, my body filled with potent, white-hot need—my cock thick, pulsing. Once she’s mine, she’ll never want another. She’ll be the mother of my children. She will die if I die. That one piece of the lifebonding reality is what jolts me to my senses. I set her away from me, nerve endings raw.