Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Is he?
Because look what I’m doing.
Look at what we’re both doing.
This isn’t the way to start a forever relationship. And while I still want to move on from this man in front of me, I don’t know if what Shepard is thinking is a good idea. I don’t know if marrying him is the way for me to get over this toxic love.
So at last I say, “I’m scared.”
Anger ripples through his features and he holds me tightly. “I will never, not ever, let anything happen to you. I promise you that, okay? I will take care of you. No one will hurt you. No one, including me and including your monster of a mother.”
He will protect me.
The guy who hurt me is going to keep me safe.
And I…
Why do I want to believe him?
I don’t want to think about that, though. Not right now.
So I reach up and put my mouth on him once again. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s not what I’m supposed to do, but I do it anyway. I kiss him and this time my only focus is his mouth. My only focus is kissing him back when he takes over.
My only focus is tasting him, touching him, feeling his hair, testing the strength of his shoulders. My only focus is climbing his body like a tree and I guess his only focus is making me climb it, helping me climb it because he does that.
He lifts me off the ground with his hands on my ass and wraps me around his body. My thighs go around his waist and my arms wind around his neck, and then I’m plastered against the wall. I’m plastered in between him and the wall.
All his hard parts are pressing into my soft ones.
And like the dancer I am—the dancer he’d called me either as Shepard or as himself, I don’t remember; all I remember is that I’m his dancer in the moment—I dance against him. Because he’s the thing I want to dance against. He’s the one I want to dance for.
And I can’t get enough.
I want more.
I rip my mouth away to pant. “I want…”
But trail off because kissing him is better. So I go back to that.
Until he snatches his mouth away from mine and growls, “I know what you want.”
To emphasize it, he fists the cheeks of my ass and makes me go up and down his hard abdomen. He makes me dance. He makes my pussy jolt and spasm.
“I don’t… This can’t be right,” I tell him even though I haven’t stopped my movements.
“It is,” he argues as he doesn’t let me stop them.
“You…” I fist his hair, planning to pull him away but only managing to bring him closer. “You s-should stop. We should—”
He presses a hard kiss on my mouth. “Can’t.”
I plant a hard kiss back. “But, Stellan—”
He fists my hair, dragging my head back and going for my jugular and sucking on it. “I made a promise.”
I arch my back, tilting my head to the side, giving him all the access. “What promise?”
“To take care of you.”
“But he said that too. He—”
He licks the side of my neck and bites my earlobe. “Fuck him.”
I push at his shoulders again and again, only managing to writhe against him some more. “No, Stellan. He’s your brother. He’s… It’s his job. He’s my—”
He looks up, his fingers flexing on my ass. “It isn’t.”
I’m panting as my heart pounds and pounds. “Stellan, please.”
He licks his lips. “No.”
My pussy clenches so hard at his refusal. “But, Stellan, that’s… I… I’m engaged. You just said that he’s the guy who—”
“But you’re not married yet, are you?”
I shake my head. “But that’s really crossing a line and—”
“It’s mine to cross.”
“No, it’s mine too. I’m doing it too. I’m—”
“No,” he growls, something flickering in his eyes, something dangerous. “I’m making you do it.”
I freeze. “W-what?”
“Aren’t I?” he goes on. “I’m giving you no choice.”
No.
No, no, no.
He’s doing that again.
I won’t let him do it. I won’t let him make the same excuse.
I clutch his shoulders. “Stellan, don’t do this.”
He leans closer, pressing against my center. “I have to.”
“No, you don’t. Don’t make yourself the bad guy here. Don’t—”
“But I am the bad guy. I followed you in here, didn’t I?”
I shake my head. “Stellan—”
“I followed you in here, knowing you’d be alone. Knowing I could lock the door, lock you inside with me.”
“This isn’t right,” I tell him urgently even though I was the one who started this. “This is… You can’t take the blame. We can’t do this at all. It would really make me a slut and—”
He squeezes my ass so hard that I have to finish on a moan, on a deep arch of my back. And then he squeezes it again, not that hard, but it still smarts, for good measure. Then, growling, “If you’re going to call yourself a slut, then you’d better change it to my slut.”