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)
“She’s not drinking,” I bite out in annoyance, and pin Val with a glare. “Focus.”
There are too many students around tonight, and she’s already had an altercation with one of them. There’s no need to have her defences lowered by alcohol.
“I’d like a drink,” Brielle announces, looking at me, but addressing Valen. “Thank you.” She turns to my best friend, and smiles.
I reach out, grab her arm, and drag her to my car. Her back hits the driver’s door, and she glares up at me. I don’t miss the hint of fear, but I also notice the desire that swirls in her eyes. Fuck.
“When I say no,” I tell her, keeping my voice low. It looks like I’m being a possessive boyfriend to everyone else around us, but I know she can see the crazed dominance that’s coiling deep within me. “It’s no. And I expect you to listen to me, obey me, and trust me.”
“How do I trust you when you don’t trust me,” she throws back, and I can’t argue with her. She’s right. I still can’t bring myself to trust her, because I still don’t know her well enough.
I lean in further, my mouth at her cheek, and her sweet scented perfume fills my nostrils.
“Trust, my darling, is earned,” I whisper in her ear, causing her to shiver against me.
I should have brought her a jacket, but I didn’t think about it. When I saw what she was wearing, the only thing on my mind was bending her over and ripping those fucking leggings from her body.
“So is respect,” she murmurs as she rises up on her tiptoes, and her words feather along my ear, down my neck, and cause my dick to throb with need.
I move back slightly and take in her face. Her mouth is pure perfection, and I can clearly envision my cock sliding between those sensuous lips. I hate her, but I also want to fuck her within an inch of her life.
Jesus.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I reach up and cup her cheek, and for a second, she leans into my touch. Running my thumb along her lower lip, I smile when she opens for me and I dip into that luscious warmth. Her tongue dances across the tip of my thumb, cause my cock to harden ever so slightly.
“You have no idea how much I want you on your knees right now,” I tell her.
It’s one of the first emotionally charged things I’ve said to her. Whenever we speak, it always involves a spew of anger or hatred. But right now, it’s pure lust.
Her teeth bite down on my thumb, hard, and I can’t stop the smile on my face. She’s a fighter. I like that, a lot.
“If you ever try that with my dick down your throat,” I inform her coolly. “I will make you pay in ways that will remind you of what you did wrong. Make no mistake, I can hurt you, sweetheart.” With that, I pull away, causing her mouth to pop open and her pretty eyes to widen. “Go to Valen,” I tell her.
The dismissive nature of my command has her brows furrowing together, and I half expect her to refuse, but she doesn’t. Instead, she leaves me standing at the car, my hand on the roof, and my mind in a fucking mess.
The races are about to start with two Ferraris at the ready. I ignore Valen’s questioning stare as I make my way to the front of the crowd. I should be focused on the race as the cars speed off, but I’m watching Brielle. Valen has his arm around her shoulders. There’s nothing sexually intimate about it, but I can’t help my hands from fisting at my sides.
I’m not jealous.
I’m not angry.
I just want her to look at me the way she does them.
I don’t know what these fucking emotions running through me are, and I don’t like them. Spinning on my heel, I head down the road to a quiet section that leads off to the coastal edge of the island. The races will continue late into the night, the winner of each round taking on a new opponent. I intended to take part, but I’m not in the right mindset.
I watch the waves crashing against the rocks. It’s dark below, black as night, with only the white spray visible as the water attacks the land. I tried to scare her at the cliff edge. I mostly succeeded, but I’m now convinced this girl isn’t going to run and hide.
She challenges me. And she makes me want more.
“Are you okay?” Her voice is like a Siren’s song from behind me. I don’t turn to look at her, I keep my eyes on the blackness below. “I noticed you walk off, and wanted to say that—”