Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“We’re going to have sex,” he agreed. “I want all night to worship your body. Hell, baby, I have to know every inch of you. I want to wake up with my cock in your mouth or in your body. I want to hold you all night. Every fucking night. Can’t sleep without you now.”
“I’m pretty certain you already know every inch of me,” she said a little desperately. “Why am I the only one trying to be sane here? Sex this intense can’t possibly last. It will burn itself out in a day or two and then what?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Come here.”
That low, velvet note of command sent a shiver down her spine. Instantly her sex clenched and her thighs danced with fingers of desire. She went to him because there was no resisting that voice or those eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her tightly against his body. His cock hit her stomach, and there it was, his heartbeat, under her ear, and in the palm of her hand. Just like that, her head was reeling. She was lost.
She tightened her arms around him, pressing her breasts into those rock-hard muscles and her mound against his thigh. She knew he could feel the tremors, but it didn’t matter. His arms were around her, and for those few moments, she allowed herself to feel safe. He could do that even when he scared her. She didn’t know how. She didn’t understand how she could be so confused, but it felt as if she’d been there before, surrounded by him. Held by him. Loved by him. There was nothing like it. If she had his love… What was she thinking? Sex wasn’t love. It never would be.
Still, she clung to him, a little ashamed of herself for doing so. She’d been lonely, and he’d changed that. She was a little shocked that he didn’t press her sexually. He was naked, she might as well have been, but he just held her, his head over hers, protectively. She felt that. She knew the trait was strong in him.
“Are you married, Sonia? Is it your husband threatening you? Is that why you’re afraid to commit to me?”
The questions were so soft, a beautiful low tone that mesmerized her. At first the words barely penetrated the fog in her brain. She stiffened when she realized what he’d asked. Stiffened, and tried to pull out of his arms. He tightened his hold on her, his chin nuzzling the top of her head.
“Shh. I knew it was something like that. I don’t like that he’s tied you to him, but you aren’t his. You were never meant to be his.”
She shook her head, trying to deny it.
“Don’t.” He pressed her close to him, so her mouth was against his bare skin. “I don’t want you to lie to me. I’d rather you didn’t answer.”
That made her ashamed. He was being honest and she wasn’t. “Yes. No. I’m married, but…” That’s why the attack didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Him marrying her. Declaring undying love. Treating her like he did, which was good, and then telling his father… She pressed her knuckles to her mouth. How did one explain something she didn’t understand? And then add the little part about them being notorious gangsters.
“You had to run from him.”
She nodded, her heart beating out of control. His voice was so low, so hypnotic, she had to answer him even when she didn’t want to. They were getting into things she tried not to think about – they hurt too much.
“The fiery crash into the ocean Gatita showed Shadow?” he pressed.
She took a breath. Nodded again. Her heart hurt. Her lungs burned. She was terrified she might have a panic attack.
“Why are you uncertain whether you’re married or not?”
He wasn’t going to drop it, but then they’d had more than a week of crazy, spectacular, fireworks-and-rockets-going-off sex. He obviously didn’t want to be with a married woman. That was wrong. She knew it. He knew it. But she wasn’t married in her heart. Even if her husband had lied to his father, they’d tried to kill her. Did that mean she had to be loyal? Bitterness had her pulling free of him, stepping away.
“I overheard them talking. My father-in-law, who’d always acted so loving to me, told my husband that one didn’t marry women like me, they fucked them and got rid of them. They certainly didn’t fall in love. My husband laughed and said the marriage wasn’t legal and when he was tired of the fucking he would end it. My father-in-law then said, ‘You know you have to kill her,’ and my husband said, ‘Of course.’” She looked at him. “So there you have my sad little story. Since you and I are brilliant at fucking, I…”