Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
And even though I want nothin’ more than to see her cry, it’s her fire that has my blood heatin’.
“Good lady,” I tell Miren. And it’s true. There’s nothing more I respect than a strong woman. Just like Ma was.
“She was,” Miren says, and there’s a tinge of sadness in her tone. Her gaze lowers to the floor.
Guilt rides through me like a storm. If I’ve spoken out of turn, I have to apologise, but first, I ask, “Was?”
Miren looks up at me again. The silver shimmering against the blue in her irises. “I don’t know where she is.”
I let out a breath I’d been holding and nod. “I’m sorry to hear that. If we can help in any way…”
I allow my words to trail off because I don’t know why I’m offerin’ this girl anythin’. She’ll be gone soon. I don’t want her here. She needs to know that. But the more I spend time around her, the more I can’t stop myself from wanting to lean in and steal her lips.
“I’m worried. I wonder if she’s okay,” Miren tells me. “We have never gone this long without talking, so I’m just struggling with it. No contact may mean so many things.”
I have nothing to say to that. Usually, I have answers for everything, especially when it comes to life and family. Ma always made sure I remembered everything she’d said to me. And I lived by many of her rules, all her anecdotes, but for Miren, I have nothin’.
“I’m sorry.” The two words don’t seem to be adequate, but I mumble them anyway. Then the corners of her lips tip upward, and she gifts me a smile that makes my heart thud against my ribs.
I don’t understand why this girl has such an effect on me, but she does. And I know there’s nothing I can do to stop it, not unless I force her to leave here. As much as I want that, I can’t. She’s helpless in a world filled with danger. Then again, I’m sure I’m the worst she’ll come by.
“Thank you for everything,” Miren says, dragging me back to the present and the fact that her feckin’ cherry perfume fills my senses. “I don’t know what I would do if they found me.”
“Bragan’s men will not come into the compound, so you stay here as long as you need,” I inform her before I’m shocked speechless when she leans up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. Her lips send a zap right down my feckin’ spine, and my cock throbs against my zipper. Coming into contact with her is more than erotic, sensual, or anythin’ like that. It’s a feckin’ drug; heroin shot right into my veins. And I’m high as fuck.
She moves back, but I grab her arms and drag her closer. “Didn’t yer ma teach you not to go around kissin’ strange men?” I ask her in a low tone that vibrates through my chest. From the tremble that runs through her slim frame, I can tell she feels it too.
No matter how much I fight this, I can’t stop myself from leaning in and darting out my tongue. Gently, I trace it along her lips, tasting the sweet, alluring flavour of the stranger I’ve come to ache for.
“She did,” Miren whispers. “But she didn’t warn me against men I want to have kiss me.” Her voice is a feather-light touch along my mouth, and the taste of her has my cock hard, ready to drive deep into her body.
“Ye should be careful, wee fox,” I tell her. “Monsters eat girlies like you for dinner.”
The warning has her eyes widening, but there’s no fear flickering in the stormy stare she gifts me. Instead, there’s lust, desire, and need. She emanates it like a goddamned perfume.
“Is that a promise?” Miren tilts her head to the side.
The corner of her mouth tips into a coy smile. One that I want to steal and swallow. Her body is flush against mine, and I know for a fact she can feel my erection.
“Ye don’t want me to devour ye,” I tell her. “Cause when I’m done, there’ll be nothing left.”
Now she grins. “Perhaps that’s what I need. To start afresh. To be someone else.”
Her words send warning bells through me. If she’s so adamant to change who she is, I need to find out the reason why. I step back and release her. The moment is gone. I can’t do this because I can’t trust her. Allowing myself to fall into a trap is unwise. Once I find out the truth about her, maybe I can let myself go. But right now, there’s no lettin’ down my guard. She’s dangerous, more so than I am, because she’s a feckin’ siren.
“Go to bed,” I tell her and turn away. I need time alone.