Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He can’t.
He’s a rock star, and if you’re not careful, you’re really gonna get hurt. Like the pain you felt with Johnny would be a joke compared to this.
You idiot. Why did you let it get this far? Here you go starting to want things. And you promised yourself you would never do this again.
I groan, climbing over his chest. I just need water, then I’ll get up and call Melanie, because maybe I should go stay with her? Reaching for the glass on his side of the nightstand, praying it’s water and not vodka, but at this point any fluid will do, so I grab it.
Jesus, I’m sore from that stupid corset being so tight—that, and Ammo’s giant cock stretching and abusing my pussy. My face heats up just thinking about last night, the filthier he is the more I love it.
I bring the glass to my lips, guzzling the sweet water down.
Warm hands reach up to hold me still as I look down into crystal blue eyes with ridiculously long black lashes that are so not fair, and for a second my heart flutters.
Run, Courtney.
Run away before you tell him the truth about the way you feel toward him, because if he keeps looking at me like he’s doing right now, I will, and then what?
What do I do?
Before I can get away, though, he’s lifted me up so that I’m straddling him.
“Ammo, I’m hung over.” My voice sounds strange even to my ears. But it’s now or never.
“Lucky for you, I have just the cure.” He grins, and I see a small dimple on his right cheek and my heart aches—just looking at him hurts.
I’m such a liar.
I’ve completely fallen for him. That kiss last night at the Grammys… It was filled with everything, as if he was branding me for the world to see. And for the first time in a long time, I ignored that voice in my head. The one that protects me from getting fucked over.
But that was last night.
“I should probably go…” My voice trails off, hoping he’s going to what? Beg me to stay? The way his eyes change, that’s backfiring on me.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” he snarls, and my traitorous pussy gets wet at the violence in his voice.
“I told you, I’m hung over,” I snap, then moan as he shoves two, then three fingers deep inside me, stretching me, filling me...
“Since your cunt is dripping on my fingers, I’m assuming you want me to make you come first before you run?” he demands, and my face instantly heats up. His other hand roughly caresses my breast, then twists my nipple. My breath stutters with pain and pleasure as his fingers thrust in and out. Deep, he’s not being gentle, and my head spins.
“Christ, look at you, getting ready to come already. You’re a greedy slut.” His words are meant to hurt, but I can’t even care as he switches to two fingers and goes straight for my G-spot.
“Ammo, stop it.” I sound almost frantic as my nails reach down to dig into his wrist. Mortified at the way my body responds to his degrading words and magical fingers, and the worst part is he knows it.
“Oh fuck,” I moan out and come. I can’t stop it, the orgasm hits me so fast, I throw my head back and my core pulses and contracts on his fingers.
“That’s it, slut, now it’s my turn.” My eyes dart open as he removes his fingers so fast, I think I scream.
“Turn around.” He then stands. My eyes blinking up at him, trying to force my brain to work because he’s angry.
“Here, let me.” His strong hands grab me, turning me so my ass is facing him.
“Wait. You’re mad?” I try to crawl away, which is stupid, since all he does is easily hold my hips.
“Why would I be pissed, Courtney? I wake up after having the best night of my life to you getting ready to fucking run?”
“I…I’m hungover, I—” I hear the slap before my ass feels the sting as he spanks me.
“Stop lying. You’re not good at it.” His voice is eerily calm and suddenly I shiver. He’s really angry, like I can feel it radiating out of him as I scream again as his hand goes to work on my other cheek.
“Ammo, stop, you dick,” I scream, trying to ignore how my body responds to his punishing hand. God, my pussy is tingling and wet.
“That’s me, a fucking dick.” His body heat singeing me as my breath stutters, the pain in his voice makes the throb of my ass disappear as I turn to look at him.
The world stops.
I don’t even know if I’m breathing anymore because his eyes…his eyes have rendered me speechless. Suddenly, my body floods with heat because if I didn’t know better, I’d think I’d hurt him.