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)
"Please," I moan, grinding against him in search of relief. I need it. Desperately.
"Fuck." He releases me with a grunt, stepping away as if scorched. He rakes his hand through his disheveled hair, his stormy eyes sweeping over my flushed face.
"Coda…" I reach out for him, not ready to let him go yet.
He evades my touch, grabbing my wrist in a grip that makes my heart race. It's not tight enough to hurt. Just tight enough to let me know that he's in charge here.
"Don't," he murmurs, his voice husky and low.
"But…"
"I'm not fucking you up against the wall in an elevator, Karina," he growls, his voice laced with a rawness that pierces straight through me. "I won't allow anyone with a fucking badge to get their hands on footage of you begging for my cock."
I gulp audibly. I guess I didn't think about that.
Clearly, he did. His eyes glitter with jealousy—an unholy possessiveness that makes my soul tremble, not with fear but with longing. What would it feel like to belong to this man, not for a night but permanently? To be his in every way?
He's dangerous. I know this. Only an idiot looks at him and misses the impenetrable darkness swirling in his eyes like storm clouds. But I don't think he's a danger to me.
The elevator shudders to a stop.
Coda pulls me out into the hallway.
He's so quiet, cloaked in silence as if it's his natural state. It isn't mine, but I like the intensity of his silent presence. It soothes the innate need to ramble that usually pricks at me.
My heart pounds more aggressively with every second that ticks by.
His suite is a study in raw, naked ambition, a sprawling expanse of luxury dwarfed only by his commanding presence. The panoramic windows offer a breathtaking view of the city—a mesmerizing sea of twinkling lights against the vast canvas of the night sky. The furniture is dark, sleek, and modern…a fitting reflection of Coda himself.
Before I have time to process this sort of luxury, his arms snake around me from behind. His hot breath fans against my nape as his lips trace a path down my neck, sending lava straight into my veins.
"There are no cameras here, cara. No one to recognize you when I fuck you up against the windows," he murmurs into my ear, sending jolts of desire racing down my spine. "Those perfect breasts pressed to the glass while you're crying out for me." His fingers trace an intricate pattern on my lower back—a brand marking me as his. "Do you think they'll seethe with envy when they look up and see me fucking an angel?"
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar thrill shooting through me, I whirl around to face him. My hands find purchase on his chest as I look up into his eyes. Those dark pools simmer with a hunger that I'm sure reflects in my eyes.
I want him. Not to piss off my father. Not to rebel. But because I'm dying to know what it feels like to have him all over me.
"What's stopping you from finding out?" I ask, proud when my voice doesn't shake.
A rare smile tips his lips up, turning him from handsome devil to demon prince.
He releases me, striding toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. He called me an angel, but with his silhouette outlined against the twinkling lights of Chicago, he's the one who looks like a fallen angel exiled from heaven.
He turns back to gaze at me. There's something achingly beautiful about this moment—him framed by a halo of neon lights, me standing in the middle of his opulent kingdom, our moment of rebellion long forgotten. This is about us now, about the clawing, desperate ache gnawing at us.
He feels it, too. The truth is right there, reflecting back at me like stars.
"Take off your clothes," he commands softly, his eyes never leaving mine. It's not a request. It's an order—one that has my body responding instinctively.
I obey because I want this—want him. I strip down to nothing, baring myself to his consuming gaze. I've never been naked in front of a man before now. I should be terrified to let this one see all of my flaws and imperfections. But I'm not. The way he looks at me…I've never felt more beautiful.
Instead of stepping forward to claim me, he merely nods in approval, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Good girl." He crooks a finger, beckoning me to him. "Come, cara."
I comply, my heart beating a wild tattoo in my chest as I cross the room to him. My bare feet pad softly on the lush carpet until I'm mere inches away from him.
He doesn't move to touch me initially, instead studying me with his haunting eyes. I get trapped in his gaze again, pinned by the lust simmering there. He lifts his hand slowly, as if giving me time to change my mind.