Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
I let myself go, not holding back this time, and did what my heart desired. His groans of pleasure were music to my ears, and for a little while, I forgot everything else but the here and now, though a part of me knew and was very aware that I was running from the fiery rage that was awakened in me by Janie Steven’s blatant disrespect.
***
*Ryder*
What the hell has gotten into her? She’s no shrinking violet in bed, but neither has she ever been the one to take the initiative, not like this anyway. I expected tears, accusations, and even a slap or two, knowing her passionate temper, but this, this was a most welcome surprise.
Our minds had taken the same path, it looked like because I needed to work off the anger that had risen in me after the last hour or so, but I’d been willing to hold myself in check to cater to her needs, whatever they might be. Now it was torturous as hell letting her take the lead and have her way when all I wanted was to throw her to her back and drive into her until the thoughts in my head were no longer there.
I watched her as she took me into her mouth, sucking me in deep, tightening my fist in her hair as she destroyed me with her tongue. Elena is not known for her gag reflex, but tonight she pulled out all the stops and blew my mind.
I knew I was being used, that she was taking out her anger and frustration on me, but I didn’t care; if this was what she needed to assuage whatever was going on in her mind, then so be it; it’s the least I could do. I preferred this to her going back into a shell or, worse yet, tormenting herself back into a hospital bed. If that shit was to happen again, I think I would commit murder.
She went from aggressive to playful in the blink of an eye, and the last almost took me over the edge. I know the little innocent didn’t know where to go from there. Sometimes I forget that I was her first and maybe only; though the world saw her dating other men over the years, they never knew that not one of those men had had her, but I knew.
I always knew because I knew her. I know what she looks like after she’s been fucked, and not one of them had ever put that look on her face. Only me, I’m the only one who she’s ever shared this with, and so I know the limitations of her experience when it comes to sex.
Before, I was always careful with her; even this time around, I’ve held certain things back, always respecting that side of her that only I knew. The shy, sweet innocent that only I got to see. But maybe, maybe, this was what she needed, and she was just waiting for me to bring it out of her all along. And maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have been such a bastard and put myself in the position to be used the way I had been, to hurt her and almost destroy what we had.
“Enough!” Between my thoughts and her actions, I found myself on the brink of release, but I didn’t want to spill in her mouth; I wanted to be buried deep inside her when I came. In concession for her hard work, I didn’t put her on her back or on her knees in front of me but instead dragged her up my body and sat her on my rod, pulling her down hard until there was no part of me that wasn’t inside her.
She stopped in surprise until I smacked her ass with an order, “Ride.”
***
*Lyon*
“You’ve got to be kidding me. How did she pull that one off?”
“I have no idea unless someone else came to L.A. with Arianna; that’s the only thing I can think of.”
“But how did they get into his house? When? And it better not have been my wife.”
“I doubt it. I don’t think she would ask her mother to poison that prick.”
Word just came in that the manager was dead, poisoned, and I have no doubt who was responsible for putting the hit out on him. I’m trying not to think too much, not even to myself, because this shit is getting out of hand. I have a bunch of fucking ten-year-old mass murderers on the loose.
“Who exactly is left on the island? Do we know?”
“What does it matter? There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
“Are the women running their own Op? Tell me that’s not what’s going on here.” Dammit, they pulled a fast one. How the hell did I miss it?