Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
“Wait, what?” I can tell she wants to go off but can’t do it justice. I smile. Can’t help
it.
“Sit, Brat. The least you can do is share what I’m assuming is making you feel pretty goddamn good. Then we can hash it, you can have at it, tell me how I hurt you—”
“You didn’t hurt me,” she says. “You destroyed me.” She drops down onto the couch. Her words are fierce, yet her body heat radiates off her and into me.
She needs to be fucked and hard. I take the joint from her and it’s like a fucking electric volt zaps us with that single touch. She feels it also—her lips puff out a little air and her chest becomes flushed.
Her eyes trail down my body, and I lift my hips to pull out my lighter.
“Axel’s latest strain?” My voice makes her eyes blink back up to my face and she leans back and smiles.
“No, Rip’s.”
I almost demand, Who the fuck is Rip? but I light the joint and inhale deeply, then take more as I hold, feel the magic, and slowly exhale.
“This is good shit, Brat. This Rip’s a dealer?” She smiles, and again my heart burns, aches as I bring the joint back to my lips.
“He’s partners with Axel, not that it’s any of your business.”
I lean my head back and inhale again, then hand it to her as my eyes watch her every move. Blowing the smoke at the ceiling, I say, “Axel’s done well for himself. Twins, marriage…”
“They’re not married yet,” she retorts. “He saved your ass, so yeah, Axel is doing amazing.”
I roll my head to look at her. “What are you talking about?”
“‘Untouched.’ It put you guys on the top again, and that was all my brother.” Venom drips from her pretty lips.
“Huh.” I nod. “Say it, Gia. Let out all the anger that’s eating you up.”
She leans on her elbow. “Fine.” Her eyes narrow on me. She hesitates as if she’s almost startled by the way I look, then licks her lips… as if my dick isn’t hard enough.
“I don’t know why you want me on this job. It’s shitty that you’re using Sebastian and my love for him to get to me. But most of all, I can’t stand you. Everything I thought you were was a lie. I loved you and you betrayed me.” Her chest heaves and her eyes swim with angry tears. But all I hear is love and Sebastian, and I’m glad the fucking man isn’t here. I should get up and leave. This is going to get ugly, but ugly is how she left it.
Unfinished. So, I guess today we finish it.
“Brat, the fact is, you couldn’t handle this life. You didn’t trust me. You left me. You believed everybody but me about that fucking pregnancy. I told you that baby wasn’t mine.” I sit up, my hands clenching as I try not to throw something.
“I waited for you, thinking you’d come back after it was all over the news that the kid was Cash’s. But nothing. So fucking hate me, but at least get the facts straight, baby.”
“Oh, trust me, I’m not your baby, and I don’t hate you, Rhys. I loathe you, despise you, my skin crawls if I hear your crappy, sellout music on the radio. I used to think you were a musical genius.” She snorts. “You’re nothing but a mediocre musician, at best.”
My nostrils flare as I watch the play of emotions on her face. I can sense her need, almost smell her fucking wet cunt.
“Admit it, Granger, you sold your soul to be a fucking star.” The room is silent besides our breathing. My eyes caress her face and lying mouth, which is almost trembling.
“You need to be fucked, Gia,” I grunt into her shocked mouth. “I wanted to kill Sebastian, fucking beat him until he couldn’t ever touch you again, but looking at you makes me actually feel sorry for him.”
“Get out,” she pants as my hand wraps around her neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I take her mouth. I’m not being gentle because she doesn’t need gentle. It’s rough and deep. Her tongue twists with mine. She tastes like fucking coffee and maple.
I open her robe and almost fucking come. She has her right nipple pierced. It’s then that it all falls into place for me.
She has and always will be mine. My muse. Sinking to my knees, I go straight for her wet cunt, sucking on her clit hard as my thumb rubs the gold hoop on her nipple back and forth.
“Oh fuck,” she groans and spreads her legs wider.
I latch onto her pink clit and suck as she tugs on my hair. Unbuttoning my pants, I grab my cock, ready to jerk it. I can tell she’s close.
She freezes as her body jerks and pulses in my mouth, her face thrown back, and I give her one more suck, watching all the emotions play out on her face. I stand, towering over her as her eyes lock with mine. It’s all there, her anger at letting me make her come, her pain, and most of all, her hate.