Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
As I try to find my familiar ice-cold kingdom again where I’m alone and safe with emotions I understand.
Anger.
Self-loathing.
Irritation.
Not desire.
Not empathy for this strange woman.
Not giving two shits about her struggles, her dreams, and how damnably good her hot breath feels on my lips.
Mind over dick matter.
Be angry, you fuck.
Better, be indifferent. Be nothing.
“What about now?” I growl. “Still think I look harmless?”
She looks up at me fearlessly, her eyes smoky and her breath coming faster, demanding a kiss.
Her lips part wider.
Damn her, I can’t do this.
If she’s aroused because of me, because of this insanity—
If she truly wants this as badly as I do, I’m boned.
No question.
My entire body goes rigid, my cock pushing at the zipper of my cargo pants.
I want her so madly I can’t even see straight.
“Are you?” she challenges. “If you’re trying to make a point, do it. Don’t back down now. Show me how dangerous you are.”
I almost do.
I almost devour her on the spot like the carnivorous, unhinged thing I am.
I come close—so fucking close—leaning down as she lifts her chin defiantly, bringing our lips closer, less than two inches apart.
I don’t know if she’s doing it consciously or if it’s only a dare made on raw instinct.
I just know that if I kiss her now, I won’t be showing her how dangerous I can be.
I’ll be a slave to the desire scorching the air between us.
One more mistake in a lifelong litany, and this one infinitely harder to take back than Vanessa Dumas.
I can’t keep fucking up.
I can’t keep multiplying problems.
Then Destiny shifts under me.
Her breath catches as her hips move against my cock, grinding through the fabric.
I groan at the unexpected rush, the heat, the pulsing roar in my ears as she lets out a soft, almost pleading moan.
Fuck me.
Yeah, there’s no stopping this now.
I kiss Destiny Lancaster again like my mouth is a ring of pure fire, and she’s the only thing in the universe that can quench it.
I kiss like I take and I take brutally, like I want to chew her up and spit her the fuck out.
Hell, maybe I do.
Perhaps I want to crush this madness she’s injected, this poison, this corruption of my discipline.
Or maybe I want to claim her right down to the bone so I’ll never be her emotional hostage again.
Either way, she’s there for it in a way that surprises me, kissing me back just as roughly.
A moan explodes up her throat, all wild need.
She grabs my face with her hands, nails digging in, and refuses to let go.
Her mouth is soft. Pliant. Giving.
She tastes so fucking sweet I’m drunk already, spilling a groan into her mouth.
Her lips part and her tongue teases mine, and soon, this isn’t just a kiss.
Now, she digs her hands into my hair.
I grind my hips against hers as she shifts again, opening up to me.
My cock rakes her pussy swiftly through the fabric, a monster ready to descend.
I feel fucking drugged, knowing how potent she is, hating and loving how easily this woman leaves me intoxicated.
All the adrenaline that’s stormed my blood during this trip surges, becoming raw need.
If we don’t stop, this could become something molten, something heady, something fatal—
Until something else cracks in the woods beyond the beach.
I pop up, bracing my hands in the sand on either side of her head, staring into the forest.
There’s nothing.
An animal snapping a twig or a falling branch, maybe.
Only, when I look at her again, her mouth is still ruby red from my kiss.
Red and swollen and perfect.
She’s so visibly aroused, those goddamned nipples hard against her shirt, aching to be sucked into compliance.
Damn her, I’m never going to walk away from those unclaimed tits and live.
The girl is a human sugar lick, so tempting I almost give in and destroy us both again.
But her eyes are wide, and the air is so cool. I’m excruciatingly aware that I’m breaking every social boundary known to man with this song and dance.
I’m breaking so many rules, and all I want to do is keep shredding them to tatters.
A horrible idea stabs my brain.
Was this why she brought me here? Was this recklessness planned?
I bitterly wonder if that’s why she got me into the sticks and why she seemed so relieved the instant she found out Miss Cho couldn’t join us.
The perfect ambush. A chance to seduce me.
So she could reduce me to the self-destructive beast I am.
And just like she hoped, I obliged.
Fucking idiot ass-clown.
Or maybe Hannah’s right.
Maybe I do have trust issues.
Snarling, I back up, pushing off of her, running a hand across my burning face.
Destiny jolts up, too, brushing sand out of her hair as she stares at me desperately with painful questions hanging on her lips.
Why not?
What did I do wrong?
She doesn’t ask, but I hear them anyway.