Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“I’m not deaf,” Brielle spits as she reappears. “Even if your dick was the last one on Earth and mankind was heading for extinction, I wouldn’t want it,” she throws at Judah, who’s anger burns in his gaze.
I can tell the rage has overtaken him, but the schooled expression on his face gives nothing away. The man is a statue, made of ice and stone.
“Let me make something clear,” he says, his tone confident as he speaks. “You are mine. You’ve been given to me as my future wife, and that means you’ll take my cock whether you like it or not.”
I shouldn’t be hard as fuck right now, but I am.
Brielle’s mouth pops open in shock, her eyes blazing with anger. “Fuck you, Judah. If you think your cock is coming anywhere near me, you’re wrong.”
Judah moves quickly, his hand wrapping around her slender neck as he pushes her against the pillar.
“If you speak to me like that again, I will make you cry,” he sneers as he leans in. “And I like tears,” he whispers against her ear. “I love to feel them drip on my cock, drenching the shaft so I can fuck you with it. I’ll make sure you’re claimed before you have time to spread those pretty legs for any of the other men on this island. You were given to me, and if you don’t like it, then I suppose you could try to run.”
The emphasis on try is clear causing Brielle’s eyes to widen as she glares at him. Even in her predicament, she’s still fighting in her own way.
“But we will always find you,” I say as I step up beside them and grip Brielle’s arm. I need to defuse the situation. Judah releases her and moves away.
“Call into the office when you get back,” he instructs me as he turns on his heel and leaves me alone with the trembling girl.
“He’s a bastard,” she tells me and I chuckle.
“That he is,” I respond with a nod as I head out the door, her soft footsteps following behind me. The weather is clear today as I make my way to the drive where the vehicles are all parked beside each other.
I open the passenger door of my matte black Jeep, and helping her into the seat, I inhale the scent of her perfume that reminds me of warm summer days. I grew up in Italy where fragrances would assault me daily. There are different smells I associate with particular times of my life, and Brielle is bringing back memories of when I was still innocent. When I didn’t have blood lust ruling my actions, and I didn’t know what it was like to kill a man.
In the driver’s seat, I flick on the stereo, and the vibration of the music thumps out of the speakers and through the leather of the seats. I don’t miss how she squirms, and a smile curls my lips.
I want to reach over and run my fingers along her thigh, to see how much she’s affected by my touch. The dynamic between me and my friends isn’t easy to accept, which is why we’ve kept it a secret from our families. Deep down, I wonder if Brielle will want to run when she finds out the truth, that she doesn’t only have one man to contend with, she has three.
I know Judah has concerns, but we will get through it together. I have no doubt at all. The question is, will she accept it or not? And I wonder if Judah is more concerned about us falling for her and those emotions changing our relationship.
We don’t speak as I drive her to the university on the other side of the island. It’s not far, but the trip is long enough for my attention to be completely stolen by thoughts of her. I want nothing more than to delve into her mind and find out what makes her tick. It’s going to take a while, but I’m determined to learn about the beauty beside me.
By the time I pull up to the front of the building, ensuring every student in the vicinity turns to look at her getting out of my car, I smile.
She’ll have to get used to being the centre of attention. Now they’ve seen her with me, though, she’ll be safe until she reaches the office to grab her schedule. Then it’s up to Emilio and Jordan to watch over her until I pick her up this afternoon.
“Thanks for the ride,” she says, a smile tilting the corner of her pretty little mouth.
“Anytime, baby doll,” I say. “I’ll collect you here at three,” I inform her as I pull away, not giving her a moment to respond.
Even though I want to wait until we find out more about her, I can’t stop the thoughts of having her beneath me, between all three of us, from plaguing my mind. Fighting desire is a losing battle. And I don’t really want to win that war anyway.