Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
She's mine, and I don't fucking share.
I tried to warn her not to push me, but she didn't listen. She just couldn't resist fucking with me, completely oblivious to what every other man in that bar was thinking.
I'm so amped up I feel like a junkie. If I don't get inside her soon, remind myself that I'm the only one who gets to touch her, I'm going to start breaking shit.
"Roman–" she starts as I wrap my hands around her waist to lift her into my truck. Her lip is between her teeth, and her eyes are wide and worried, still dilated by the wine she drank and the way I made her come for me in the hallway. She's still turned on. She still wants me. Even now, when I'm ready to kill the next son of a bitch who looks at her, she wants me.
She has no fucking idea what it does to me when she looks at me like that.
"Put your seatbelt on," I demand. I just want to get her home and calm the storm raging through me. It's vicious, roiling in my stomach like a hurricane.
I'm ready to snap.
It's been ten days since Tahani has spoken to us. Jose Guerrero has taken out eleven more of his rivals in the last week alone. We still have no fucking clue where the drugs and guns are, and the fucking judge is dragging his feet about giving us a search warrant. I'm stressing the fuck out about having Mila in Los Angeles with me when all-out war looms on the horizon, so fucking close, every agency in the area is on red alert.
Having sixty sets of eyes leering at her didn't fucking help.
I've never been jealous or possessive. I've never given a fuck about the women I slept with. Mila is different. She isn't just a piece of ass, used to make myself feel better and then never thought about again. I'm so fucking in love with her, I can't see straight.
"Mila, put your fucking seatbelt on," I growl. "Please."
"Okay," she whispers, her voice small.
I feel like a dick for snapping at her, but I can't stop myself. I don't have the words to explain how badly I want her, or how pissed I am at myself for not being able to give her one night out to celebrate. How pissed I am that other motherfuckers were thinking about fucking her. So I don't try. I just wait until she does what I told her to do, and then I slam her door and jog around to the driver's side of the truck.
She's quiet on the drive home, nervous. I grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white, trying to keep myself under control. I can still smell her on me. Her scent fills the cab of the truck, ratcheting up my body temperature until it feels like my blood boils in my veins. I'm so fucking desperate for her, it's pathetic.
I race through the city, driving far too fast. I know these streets, though. I spent my entire life in this city, learning every nook and cranny. I was born here, raised here, and will probably fucking die here. And God, I hate it. So much, I can't relax when I'm here. I can't breathe. I feel stretched thin, agitated.
I don't know how to deal with the restless, clawing feeling skittering through my veins.
When I pull into the driveway and kill the engine, Mila hops out of the truck without waiting for me and damn near falls in those sexy heels. As soon as she's steady, she hurries toward the front door, peeking over her shoulder to look at me.
I follow behind her slowly, trying to calm the fuck down.
As soon as I get the door open, she turns to me.
"I'm sorry," she blurts, still worrying that lip between her teeth.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Go to bed, baby."
"But–"
"Mila, go to bed."
"Don't tell me what to do, Roman," she growls at me.
I crack an eye open to find her glaring at me, her jaw set and her green eyes flashing fire at me.
Fuck.
"Please, just go to bed, Mila."
"No. Not until you talk to me. Why are you so mad at me? What'd I do wrong?" Her voice shakes with emotion, cracking me wide open. She isn't simply pissed at me. She thinks I don't want her.
Jesus.
She turns like she's going to walk away from me, but I reach out and grab her, yanking her back into my body. She stumbles in her heels, falling into me. I press my dick into her stomach, making sure she feels how hard I am for her.
"I want you, Mila," I growl at her, "so goddamn bad it hurts. But if I fuck you right now, I'm going to break you in half, so please go the fuck to bed, baby." I'd never hurt her, but I don't trust myself right now. I need to claim her so badly…I'll be too rough and demand too much. I can't lose her. I fucking can't.