Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Her bright eyes swirl with mischief, hinting at depths I'm dying to explore. Just how bad can this innocent little thing be? I want to find out. Her lightness against my darkness…it's a hell of a juxtaposition.
My fucking cock aches in a way that has nothing to do with vendettas or revenge and everything to do with her and that sweet vanilla scent.
"You want to rebel and piss him off, Karina?"
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, her eyes flickering across my face. She hesitates for only a moment before she answers. "Yes."
"Why?" It's not my business, but I want to know.
Her eyes flash as she looks up at me. "To him, I'm just someone else to order around. I'm supposed to do exactly what he says whenever he says it. I'm over it, Coda."
Fuck him. She's no one's property, least of all his.
"Kiss me," I command. "Right here where your father can see you do it. Right here in front of everyone he works with. Show him that you don't bend to his will."
Frankly, I don't give a fuck if he sees us or not—I don't need his eyes on us right now for my plan to work. But I want her lips on mine. I want to know if she tastes as sweet as I imagine—if her lips are as soft as I believe. I'm going wild with the need to know right fucking now if she'll quiver in my arms when I kiss her or if she'll go wild for me.
She contemplates her options for a moment, considering. How badly does she want to piss her father off? How badly does she want to kiss me?
"I have a better idea," she whispers, the tip of her tongue skating across her bottom lip as those gray eyes tangle with mine. "Take me home with you."
I freeze, barely even daring to breathe. "You want to go home with me?"
She nods, no hesitation. "Yes, please."
Fuck. We're racing down a path of retribution and revenge built on the bones of the dead…a path her father constructed twenty-five years ago. And suddenly, I'm the one with reservations.
She's so fucking innocent, so trusting. Does she even know what she's asking? No. How can she? She doesn't know who I am or what I want. She's putting her safety in my hands without even understanding what she's doing.
"That's dangerous, cara," I murmur, my voice low as I try to give her an out, one last chance to save herself. I trace circles on the small of her back, skimming over the silky fabric of her gown as I try like hell to save her from me. It's poetic, really…the man who kills without compunction suddenly desperate to save. "You don't know what you're asking."
She lifts her chin in a stubborn show of rebelliousness, staring back at me with an intensity that matches my own. She's so fucking innocent and so fucking defiant.
My cock throbs.
"I know exactly what I'm asking," she says firmly. "I'm not a kid, Coda. I'm twenty-one. That's old enough to make my own choices."
My heart beats wildly against my ribcage, pure, unadulterated lust surging through me. Is this little spitfire actually challenging me? Throwing all caution to the wind?
She should know not to tempt the devil. He'll lead her straight to hell.
A dangerous glimmer sparks in my fucking heart as I dip my head closer to hers. Our noses brush lightly. Hunger and need rip through me in a dangerous maelstrom.
If she wants to punish her father, who am I to stop her? Like she said, she's old enough to make her own choices.
"Very well," I whisper against her lips before claiming them in a searing kiss. It's possessive and raw, a promise of what's to come.
A soft moan escapes her as her hands tangle in the lapels of my suit, drawing me closer. The taste of her tongue intertwining with mine sets me ablaze. I fucking devour her, consuming her alive.
She kisses me back with the same raw desperation, whimpering into my mouth. Her tongue moves with mine, unskilled and somehow far too goddamn perfect.
We break apart, dazed by the raw intensity of our kiss. Her breath is ragged, her eyes wide and glassy.
I grab her hand. It's time to get the fuck out of this godforsaken place before someone tries to stop what's about to happen. It's too late for that now. Far too late.
They never should have let me get close if they didn't want me to take her.
A murmur ripples through the crowd as I pull her toward the doors. But I don't give a fuck about them. All that matters right now is Karina. She wants to play, and I'm going to let her. It's a dangerous game, but I won't allow her to be hurt. My issue is with her father, not her.