Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
And for some reason he couldn’t stop himself from taking the bait.
“I am not scared, Pequeña. And you shouldn’t prod the beast. Understand? I’m doing something good. I never put someone else’s needs before my own. So you should be thanking me, doing as you’re told, and counting your fucking blessings that I have some self-control.”
“You are so full of hog shit.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re trying to tell me that you’re all bad? Would someone who only cared about his own needs have saved me? Would they have protected me today? Gotten upset that someone ransacked my apartment and pinned my vibrator to a mirror? Yeah, that guy sounds like a real evil prick.”
This girl. She was going to be the death of him.
“I have killed more men than you’ve had paper cuts. I have done terrible things all because I wanted to get ahead. Does that sound like someone you want to be with right now, Pequeña?”
She stared at him in shock. Her full breasts moved up and down with each breath, and he had to force his gaze away from them.
Walk. Away.
Showing a huge amount of restraint, he turned away. “I’ll get you something to wear to bed.”
Christ. She didn’t even have any clothes. Everything in that shitty apartment had been torn to shreds and the clothes he’d bought for her were likely covered in The Scot’s blood.
“Alejandro!” she called out.
He stilled. “What?”
“Catch!”
Turning, he frowned as she flew at him. Instinctively, he caught her in his arms, having to take a step back as she suddenly surrounded him with her scent. With all her smooth, delicious skin. She put her legs around his waist. Fuck. Her bare pussy was against his stomach.
“Cat,” he warned in a low voice.
“People are always trying to tell me what to do,” she said with frustration.
He frowned, opening his mouth. She placed her hand over it.
“And I get it. I’m young. I don’t always make the best decisions. But I get to decide what I do with my body! Me!”
Her fierceness sent a throb of arousal through his body, settling in his dick.
Fuck. He needed to go rub one off, his balls were aching and his cock hard.
“And what you want is to fuck me?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm. I was trying to do the right thing. It’s not something I do often.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What if the wrong thing is the right thing?”
“Be very sure of this. This isn’t a romance story. I’m not going to touch that pussy and suddenly change.”
“You mean it doesn’t have magical powers?” she asked. “So disappointing.”
He shot her a look. “There is no happily ever after. I’m not the hero in this story. I’m not the white knight. I will always be the darkness in the corners, the shadow you should be afraid of. You get that, don’t you?”
“Not a storybook hero. I get it.” She raised her chin. “I get it and I still want you.”
27
Mierda.
Was she sure about this?
She wasn’t sure about much anymore. But this was her body. She got to decide who she gave it to.
Turning, he pressed her back to the wall. She sucked in a breath as the cold tile hit her skin. “Have you read books or seen movies about dominance and submission, Pequeña?”
Um. Not much.
She really needed to read more.
“Not a lot.”
“Nothing about safe, sane, and consensual? Safe words and boundaries?”
“I guess I understand the basics. Are we having that talk?”
“I don’t want any boundaries between us. I don’t want you to tell me no.”
Holy shit.
He closed his eyes. “But you’re not ready for that level of trust.”
Would she be one day?
No, she couldn’t think like that. Because there was no future for them.
“So for today, you say your safeword if things get too much. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything that you cannot stand? That would make you afraid or ill?”
Ill? Afraid?
“What the heck do you want to do to me?”
He moved one hand away from her ass to cup the side of her face. “You really are an innocent, aren’t you?”
“I’ve had sex!” she said hotly.
His face darkened. “You won’t speak of any of your previous lovers. Do you understand me? I hear any of their names come from your lips and I will hunt them down and pull their dicks off. None of them will touch you again.”
Whoa.
He might not be able to offer her sweetness and understanding, but he certainly offered something else.
Fierce protectiveness. Over-the-top jealousy.
Yeah, she should probably run a mile. He was next-level. He’d bypassed stalker and gone straight to obsessed psycho.
So why was she smiling?
Why did she like the jealousy? The possessiveness?
“There’s only been one. And it was a while ago.”
“How long ago?” he asked darkly.
“I don’t think I should tell you.” She eyed him worriedly.
“Tell me.”
Now he wanted to know? This guy was confusing.
“It was when I was sixteen,” she blurted out. “In the back seat of his car. I met him at school. He was seventeen. It’s really not that memorable and I don’t think we need to go into it.”