Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
There’s another part to it too, though. The thing is, I don’t just lust over Delilah, though, I very much do. But it’s not just that. There’s more to it, even if I’m not entirely sure what or why or how it is a guy like me with no discernible soul or morals can even feel that.
But it is what it is, and now it’s time to get the fuck out of dodge.
“Nice to meet you, Delilah,” I growl. I turn to go start packing my shit, when her soft hand touches my arm.
“But,” she whispers.
My cock twitches. There’s just enough of a little… something to that “but” that has my nerves tingling, my jaw clenching, and my lust for her rising.
“But I’ve made peace with that.”
I frown. “Meaning?”
“Meaning, I know you’re a wicked man, but I also know that the world won’t always be a place like Canaan. I know next year, when I finally get to college, I’ll be in places and around people who aren’t… well, who aren’t what I’m used to.”
I sigh. “So, what, you want to take ‘evil’ lessons from me so you’re prepared for the wickedness of frat parties and beer pong?”
I start to turn to walk away from this nonsense, when her soft voice stops me cold.
“Yes.”
I freeze. I blink, and I slowly turn to her, one brow arched. “Excuse me?”
“Yes,” she says quietly, blushing as she twists her fingers together. “I—I know you’re lying to everyone about being a preacher, which is, well, pretty bad.”
I frown.
“But I also understand that you’re just doing it for money, not out of pure evilness or anything. So, it’s bad, but it’s not necessarily wickedness, I guess.”
“So you don’t think I’m the Devil?” I say dryly.
“I think you’re a devilish man,” she breathes. “But I don’t think you’re Satan himself.”
“Shit, I must be slipping.”
I grin, and she blushes bright red at my language. But I take a beat, and my eyes narrow at her.
“What are we saying here, Delilah?”
“I’m saying I want…” Her brows knit, and she looks down at her hands. “I’m not really sure.”
“You want me to show you a glimpse of… uh, wickedness.”
“I—yeah, yes. I think so.”
“You wanna get drunk?” I mutter sarcastically.
She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t think so.”
“How about some gambling.”
She shrugs.
“We could go rob a bank.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “Do you do that?” she whispers in shock.
I laugh. “Not exactly my speed, no.”
I level my eyes at her, and my pulse quickens I let my gaze slip over her again in that sundress. Fuck me, she’s pure goddamn tempta—
And then, it hits me.
“Last night,” I mutter, my cock twitching. Delilah blushes.
“Yeah…?” she whispers.
I step closer, and she sucks in a breath of air.
“Did you like when I kissed you?” I growl.
Her face burns even redder, and she looks fastidiously at her hands.
“Delilah…”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I groan. “A little, or a lot?”
“I…” she chews at her bottom lip. “Maybe this was a mistake—”
“Tell me,” I grunt.
She gasps quietly, and slowly, her eyes drag up to mine, so full of fear, excitement, and yes, lust.
“A lot,” she breathes.
“That why you’re here?” I growl. “That how you’re looking for me to show you sin?”
Her face burns crimson. “I—I don’t know,” she murmurs.
“Yes, you do.”
She gasps again as I step even closer to her, and when I reach out with one hand to slide it over her hip, she whimpers.
God help me, she whimpers.
“You sure you want this?” I growl.
Delilah looks up a me with big, wide blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and full, pouty, slightly parted lips. She looks like a girl who’s dying to be kissed. Actually, she looks like a girl who’s dying for a whole lot fucking more than a kiss.
And slowly, she nods.
“Say it,” I command.
“I—”
“You want this?” I growl. “Then say it. Because I’m not touching you until—”
In the span of a quarter second, she moves right into me, stands up on tiptoe, lifts her chin up, grabs my face in both her hands, and sears that pretty mouth right against my lips. And heaven itself couldn’t stop me now.
I growl, and my arms circle her possessively. She whimpers as my tongue pushes greedily past her soft, plump lips, and she melts against me as I suck her’s between mine. I groan, and my body coils around her, my arms circling her small frame and clutching her to me possessively. She presses right back, and her hips even grind against mine as she moans deeply into the kiss.
Yeah, there’s no going back now.
I turn us and push her back, slamming her into the little table that serves as my desk. She moans and it’s like the heat of it spurs her on to kiss me even harder. She clings to me, and my cock throbs rock hard against her. I slide my hands down over her to grip her ass through that soft little sundress. I groan at the feel of her under my hands, and she squeals as I grip her tightly and lift her up. I set her ass down on the table and push between her thighs, and her legs open willingly for me as she moans lowly.