Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
“Try again.” I didn’t trust a word he was saying, including his threat to hurt me. Then why are you running, dummy?
Because…
I knew the moment he got his hands on me, I’d fall prey, not to the wrath brimming in his green eyes but the promise of sex simmering underneath.
I absolutely wanted him to fuck me senseless, but first, I wanted answers, which meant I had to keep a clear head.
“All right,” he said, suddenly stopping in his tracks. “I got work to do, and so do you, so get back to work since you want to play games.”
My jaw dropped when he started for the door. Rowdy had his hand on the doorknob, poised to open it and leave, when I yelled, “You selfish asshole!”
I dropped the tackle box and charged across the room.
Rowdy had one foot out the door by the time I reached him. My teeth were clenched when I stopped him—but not really—with one hand clutching the back of his work shirt. He could have easily overpowered me if he wanted to leave, but no.
I’d played right into his hands, and I knew it the moment he turned and looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
I didn’t care. My body was thrumming, and I knew there was only one fix.
“You’re not going anywhere without fucking me first,” I told him with a growl that rivaled his own.
Rowdy said nothing as he stepped back inside and closed the door behind him.
I ripped his belt and pants loose as he backed me toward the desk. As soon as my legs collided with the edge, Rowdy yanked me around, and I had only seconds to get my jeans out of the way before he planted an unforgiving hand on my back and shoved me face down. My cheek smacked against the wooden surface of the desk as he yanked my panties down to join my jeans around my thighs.
A moment later, he was filling me up, stealing my breath as he stretched my walls and made me take every inch.
He felt so fucking good.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck yes. Fuck me!” I screamed as he pounded me relentlessly. The heavy desk rocked underneath our rough movements while Rowdy’s belt buckle jingled noisily in time with his skin slapping against mine. Anyone walking by would know exactly what we were up to.
“You better take that dick,” Rowdy talked shit. “What did I tell you about misbehaving, huh?”
“I’m sorry!”
He gave my ass a punishing slap hard enough to make me gasp. “No, you’re not.”
My gaze traveled to the teal box just inches away from my face. No…I wasn’t.
An hour later, after I’d torn off both our clothes and he was done fucking me like on every surface in his office, I stood alone while he finished cleaning up in the bathroom.
I was smiling, and it wasn’t just from the orgasm.
Crumpled on the floor at my feet were his work pants. I peeked over my shoulder to make sure he was still occupied before bending and scooping them up. I quickly checked both pockets until I located his keys and pulled them free.
I eyed them all, eliminating them one by one.
House.
Hellcat.
Charger.
Shop.
Office.
Bingo.
I freed the last key—small, thin, and cylinder shaped—from the ring before slipping it into my own pocket and returning his keys to his pants.
There were two things I knew for certain…
One, Rowdy was hiding something.
And two, he had me completely fucked up if he thought he could keep it from me.
“Owen, I’m leaving now,” Atlas announced as she walked into the living room, her new heels I’d spent nine-hundred damn dollars on clicking against the wooden floor and interrupting my game.
Between my girl, the shop, ruling Idlewild’s underworld, my side business customizing cars, and now the car wash, I didn’t have a lot of free time just to sit back and kick it. I was excited as fuck when Atlas asked me if she could go to a party with her little friends she’d met on campus.
I made sure to get the hoe and the hood fax on every one of those thots before I gave Atlas the green light to hang with them, though. Even after she’d been burned in the worst way, my girl was still too damn trusting.
That was where I came in.
Atlas called me controlling, but I tuned her ass out and did what I did best. I looked out for her.
“Okay. Bye, baby,” I said without taking my eyes off the TV. This was my third time trying to beat this damn level.
“I should be home by one.”
“Cool.”
“You going to miss me?”
“Yup.”
“Are you giving me short answers so that I’ll leave faster?”
“You so pretty, baby.”
Atlas giggled and mushed my head as she left the room. Me being me, game be damned, I glanced over my shoulder to get a good look at that fat ass as she walked away.