Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I cut into my steak. “Currently, Dominic, Angel, and my mother also occupy one wing of the penthouse.”
Her eyes sparkle. “Is Angel here?”
“No, they’re out for a few days.”
She slumps back into her chair.
“Upset that it’s just me, princess?”
“I’ve had better company.”
I chuckle, and a small smile spreads on her lips. That fucking smile has my cock twitching with the memory of exactly what those lips felt like around it. I snap my fingers, indicating for everyone else to leave, including my two men.
She watches as they leave, but then her gaze shifts back to me as she wipes at her mouth, her meal barely touched.
I grab my glass of whisky and walk the length of the table to stand beside her.
She looks up at me through thick lashes. That heated gaze is fully aware of what I’m here for. My claim. The branding of what’s mine.
Instead, she mentions, “The candles are a nice touch.” She points to the multiple candles in the center of the table. “I didn’t take you for a romantic.”
I grab her jaw tightly, edging her gaze back up to me. As I lean down, my lips brush hers. “When have I ever given you that impression?”
I can sense her sarcastic smile. “When a boy buys a girl nice clothes and takes her to dinner… that’s not usually what a sex buddy would do.”
“I am not your sex buddy.”
She laughs, her hot breath caressing me as she palms my cock. “So you don’t want this?”
This woman is playing with fire.
“I want you.” Always.
The heat in her gaze changes, and I press my tongue into her mouth. Possessive and demanding. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen her, and I’ve barely been able to think about anything other than this.
I place my whisky to the side. Then I pick her up by the ass, and she wraps her legs around me. I push her food to the floor. The loud crash grabs her attention, but I snap her gaze back to me.
Fuck, those eyes.
That fiery spirit is so defiant against me even when her hands desperately slip to my belt. And then her hand finds its way to my gun.
CHAPTER 33
Rya
I pull out the gun and he watches me inquisitively.
He’s a dangerous man.
One of his hands is around my throat, the other firmly bruising my thigh with his tight grip.
“Have you ever been shot before?”
“No. Are you going to shoot me, princess?” There’s humor in his tone. Offended that he doesn’t deem me a risk, so I raise the gun and pull the trigger. My heart rate accelerates as someone else screams. A wicked, cruel smile stretches his lips, and I can feel his cock pulse against my inner thigh.
He grabs my wrist and pins it forcefully against my back. I arch into him, a flood of exhilaration pulsing through me.
“Boss?” one of his men yells from outside the door.
“Stand down,” he instructs with wickedness in his eyes. “I have to teach my new wife a lesson.”
“I am not your—” He cuts me off as he pulls out his knife. I go still.
His hand slides up my leg, pushing my dress over my hip. “Have you ever been shot, princess?”
I’m both excited and suspicious. This man is lethal and a threat. He’s proven that to me time and time again.
“No,” I whisper. My grip on the gun becomes limp as Crue constricts my wrist.
My heart pounds in my chest. The adrenaline still spiking as he places the knife in my other hand. I eye it cautiously as I slowly release the gun.
“Have you ever cut someone, princess?”
My heart drops at the silent challenge. “No,” I admit as I stare up at him, his imposing presence lingering over me like a devil reincarnated. I hate the control he has over me. Like his every little command while he has me in this state, I would follow.
“To be most effective, you cut across here.” His thumb presses into my throat as he drags it across my skin. He watches the motion hungrily. “Or for a slow death…” His hand forcefully moves from my throat and trails down my stomach, causing my back to arch with anticipation.
How am I attracted to this?
His thumb comes to my inner thigh, drawing down and close to my pussy. “Here.”
“And if I were to stab here?” I ask, pressing my hand to his chest.
“Then you better fucking run.”
His words make my heart skip. I shouldn’t be affected by this, but all control shatters as I try to reach up to him again. But he slams me down and, with efficient speed, removes his belt and drops his trousers.
He rips at the wrapper of the condom he pulled from his back pocket, and guides my legs until my calves are hitched over his shoulders. Appreciatively, he kisses my ankle with the anklet and his initial. Then, without warning, he slams into me. I try to buck as I adjust to his size, but his other hand pins me by the throat. He thrusts in deeper and takes my moans into his mouth.