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)
“Probably” I say to myself. I know I need to leave. Slip out without a backward glance. I thought I could do this. Be professional and leave. But Rhys wants more, I can feel it, and as much as I am able to logically say my heart is detached, I’m not sure that’s the case.
With a sigh, I grab his toothbrush. The truth is, I can’t trust him and can’t forget that he let me go. Meaning, I guess I can’t forgive him. As I brush my teeth, my mind travels back to that day—that fucking awful day in the rain.
I broke that day. Although I recovered, here I am, brushing my teeth, trying to talk myself into leaving when my body wants me to stay.
That’s what all this is: sex. I want him, and you know what? That’s not such a bad thing. I put his toothbrush back and turn off the light, returning to the bed. I have no idea what time it is, but clearly I’m not leaving since his cock seems to be awake even if he’s still asleep.
For a second I falter, as if a neon sign saying Danger is going off in my head. He’s so beautiful. But it’s more than that. He’s talented, so fucking talented. He’s done what few can only dream of.
How does he handle it—the grueling schedules, and the mental and physical wear of a world tour? I’m exhausted and I’ve just started.
When I crawl back into bed, he instantly tugs me back into his arms. His warm, delicious smell of freshness and spice makes my heart race.
I’m not as tough as I think. All my talk about how this is just sex might be bullshit. Because all he has to do is touch me, and my heart breaks into little pieces, scattering all over.
What the fuck am I doing? I move to sit up, but he rolls over, pinning my hands above my head as if he knows…
Knows that I’m fighting myself. Knows I’m considering leaving before we both get hurt. I might not survive. Last time, I became a bitter bitch. This time, I can’t become a broken one.
“Brat,” he says, his voice raspy. His long, black eyelashes blink open, taking my breath away as I stare into his dark eyes. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” His eyes search my face. He’s not haunted; he’s present, and that seems almost worse.
My hands tingle and my nipples harden. I’m close to bursting into tears. I can’t do this. He’s going to hurt me, and yet I can’t leave.
“I should go.” My voice cracks.
Again, his eyes peruse my face. “Not an option.”
“Rhys, I—” His mouth crashes down on mine, and he holds me possessively, as if he means it. I open, letting myself have this, because I can’t walk away.
Our tongues twist as his hands tighten on mine. He bites the bottom of my lip, then sucks on it. Lifting his head, he looks almost as tortured as I’m sure I do.
“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?” He lets go of one of my hands to grab the back of my leg. “I hope this cunt is ready because I can’t wait.” And in one amazingly forceful thrust, he slides deep inside me.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby. So wet.” He plunges into me hard. My eyes roll back in my head at how good it feels. My body betrays me with need, which isn’t fair. Then again, life isn’t fair.
In and out he thrusts, his piercing rubbing me as I start to climb. His mouth hovers over mine; his eyes bore into me. Our breathing is in sync, and for as rough as he fucks, there’s an intimacy we’ve never had before. My legs wrap around his ass. His hand travels up my torso, pulling on my pierced nipple, and that’s it. I’m going over in fast, pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Rhys,” I cry out. Blinking away the dark spots, I peer up at him. It’s that intense. When he pulls out, he grabs my hips, and his mouth goes straight to my clit. I haven’t even stopped coming. Pulsing, contracting, I let out a scream of pleasure. He lifts his head. His two fingers rub hard on my clit as I buck up, then fall back onto the bed.
“You’re mine. Say it.” He jerks his slick cock. “Say it.” He straddles me, his muscled legs strong. He jerks his cock hard. I lean up and pull on the piercing.
His hand goes to my throat. “Say it,” he grunts.
“I’ve always been yours,” I whisper.
His eyes shoot to mine and he comes undone. His beautiful stomach muscles tighten, and his seed spills onto my tits.
He looks down at me as we both try to catch our breaths. The warm liquid drips down my side, but I can’t move.