Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I whimper, lifting my hips to welcome the invasion of his thick fingers driving inside me. He hasn’t even touched my clit yet, but I’m already so close it feels like I’m being swept up in a tornado, carried higher and higher into a churning funnel cloud of desire.
And just like with an actual tornado, there’s a serious chance I won’t survive giving myself to this man again.
He’s a danger to my family and possibly the most gifted liar I’ve ever met.
“I love you, Sully,” he says, shoving his own pants and boxer briefs down far enough to bare his erection. I feel his cock feverish against my thigh and fresh heat rushes between my legs. “I’m always going to love you.”
Except that.
That isn’t a lie.
That’s the truth, I can hear it in his voice, feel it in the way his hand trembles as it smooths down the back of my thigh.
Before I can respond, he shoves my knee up toward my ribs and then he’s inside me, hot and bare, making me gasp as he fills me. I moan at the hint of pain that swiftly transforms to pleasure as he rides me hard, staking his claim in a way he never has before.
This man has spanked me and restrained me and whispered filthy, forbidden things into my ear, but he’s never taken me like this.
Like he can’t get close enough…
Like he’s terrified that this will be the last time, too.
“Mine, you’re mine,” he rasps as he captures my uninjured wrist, pinning it to the hard floor above my head. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Can’t you feel it? This is right, this is what we should be fighting for.”
I arch my back, straining against his hold as much as my injured shoulder will allow, knowing he won’t let me escape. He’ll bruise me first, because he knows this is how I like it. Using every bit of my strength to fight him as he fucks me turns me on like nothing I had the guts to even imagine before Weaver.
He’s changed me, ruined me, liberated me.
He’s an anchor dragging me down to the bottom of the sea and the port in the storm I’ve been aching for my entire life.
He’s my devil and my savior and when he releases my wrist long enough to slap the side of my ass hard enough to send a shock wave through my nervous system, I come like the shameless creature I am.
I come screaming his name and crying out for mercy, but I should know better.
Mercy is in short supply these days.
And Weaver isn’t a man known for sparing anyone—his enemies, his friends, or anything in between.
He proves that by burying himself deep before he comes, pumping me full of that baby-making material he was so damned determined to keep to himself just a few days ago. He pins my hips to the ground, even when I try to wiggle away, forcing me to take every bit of his release, muttering, “Mine, you’re fucking mine,” as his cock continues to jerk deep inside me.
And once again, I’m flooded with shame.
Because I like it, love it. I want him to pin me down and make me take everything he has to give over and over again because he’s that deep under my skin.
So deep I’m doubting everything I’ve ever known and lying in a sobbing heap beneath the man who ruined so many lives.
“Don’t,” he says, brushing my tears tenderly from my face. “Don’t cry, baby. Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean—”
“Is this what you did to my mother?” I ask, the words out before I can stop them.
His brows shoot up. “What?”
Tears coming faster, I force out, “Did you get her pregnant on purpose? Or was it an accident?”
His face pales as he pulls out and rolls onto his side next to me on the hard floor. “What are you talking about?”
I drag the back of my arm across my face, wincing as I feel his come slipping from between my legs. “Steven heard Aunt Cathy talking to my mom when we were kids. Not long after Mom left town. She was pregnant, and asked Cathy if she knew anyone who might want to adopt a baby. Someone out of town, obviously, since she didn’t want any of the other Sullivans to know. She said she couldn’t leave the baby with Dad because…it wasn’t his. It was yours.”
He scowls and shakes his head. “Jesus. She’s fucking insane.”
I move my arm, peering up at him. His shock looks genuine, but how can I know for sure? My mother was pregnant by someone, and she and my father hadn’t shared a bedroom in a long time at that point. Dad started sleeping on the couch when I was in first grade.
“So, you’re saying she was stepping out on my father with someone other than you?”