Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
His mouth turns insistent, licking and biting between soft caresses. As much as I want to push him away, the urge to drag him closer thrums through me.
What’s wrong with me?
How can I feel this way?
My fingernails sink into his shirt, digging into the white cotton fabric and the slab of muscle that lies beneath.
“Are you actually trying to hurt me?” Humor laces his voice as he nips at my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
Carefully, I turn my face until my lips can brush against his. The way his warm breath drifts across me is almost drugging. All I want to do is inhale a giant breath of him. “Maybe.”
“Oh, baby girl, you don’t have to try so hard. Haven’t you realized how much damage you’ve already inflicted?”
His silky words are like a punch to the gut.
“I never meant for it to happen.” My heart clenches until it feels like it’s being squeezed by a vise.
“It doesn’t matter.” His lips twist with bitterness. “I would have given you everything. Every damn part of me. And you threw it away.”
“I didn’t,” I whisper brokenly.
“Yeah, you did.” One hand drops from the wall to my shoulder before trailing over my collarbone until his wide palm can settle on my breast. When he flexes his fingers, my nipple pebbles in response. “I won’t say it again. Push me away or I’ll take you right here.”
I twist beneath him as he digs into my flesh. We both know that I’m not trying to break free but attempting to get closer.
“Are you really this needy after I fucked you last night?” His palm opens before his thumb and forefinger wrap around the stiff little bud before giving it a vicious pinch.
I whimper as arousal reverberates throughout my entire being before settling in my core like a heavy stone. His hand trails over my ribcage before stopping at my hip.
“Last chance,” he threatens.
All I have to do is flatten my hands against him and give one powerful push. Just one to prove that I’m capable of walking away. That I don’t still crave him. It shouldn’t be difficult. He’s an asshole intent on inflicting as much damage as he can. How can I not walk away from that?
Push him away and leave!
As much as I want to, my fingers refuse to straighten. A choked sob falls from my lips as my forehead drops against his chest and I squeeze my eyes tightly closed to blot out the hard truth of my predicament.
“Are you done fighting me?” he asks, lips hovering at my ear.
“Yes.” I don’t have the energy to struggle.
“Good girl.”
What I want is for him to wrap his arms around me and tug me close. I need the comfort of his unwavering strength. In this moment, I’m strangely fragile. Precariously close to splintering apart.
His hand slides from my hip to my core. “This is mine.” There’s a beat of silence. The only thing that can be heard is the harsh breath that falls from my lips. “Do you understand?”
When his fingers bite into the soft flesh beneath my panties, I groan out my answer. “Yes.”
“And you’ll give me it any time I want?” The question is followed by another possessive squeeze.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Was that so difficult?”
When I remain silent, he slaps the tips of his fingers against my pussy. I yelp in surprise as a strange rush of excitement pulses through me.
He smirks. “Why am I not surprised you like that?”
Embarrassment floods my cheeks until it feels like they are on fire.
“If you weren’t so deceitful, you would be fucking perfect,” he growls. “Take off your panties.”
My eyes flare wide as I shake my head. His fingers stroke over the seam of my lips. A strangled moan slips free when he pushes the cotton against my slit. As much as I hate myself for it, my legs widen as I thrust my pelvis toward him, wanting all the pleasure he’s willing to give me. When he presses his fingers deep, the cotton slides against my slick lower lips.
“I won’t ask twice.”
What I’ve come to realize is that Kingsley doesn’t make idle threats. I was an idiot for allowing Everly’s words to take root. This boy owns me just like he claimed, and there’s nothing I can do to change it.
A whimper of protest falls from my lips when his fingers disappear. His muscled forearm returns to the tile wall beside my head so I’m once again caged in. My fingers remain twisted in his shirt. It’s as if I’m hanging on for dear life.
“Take them off,” he threatens, “or I’ll do it for you.”
I gulp down my rising nerves only to realize that a heady mix of excitement rushes through me. “You need to move.”
“Nope.”
“Then I can’t—”
He presses closer. “Figure it out. And do it quickly, we’re running out of time.”