Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
And I could not give in to temptation. I could not give in to Rurik. If I did, that’d be it. I knew without a shadow of a fucking doubt that Rurik would own me.
“Sure,” Rurik said, a slight smirk tilting his lips. I glared at him. He waved his hand toward the floor where I’d tossed the pillows. “Be my guest, Malik. I’m going to take a shower.” He nodded toward the room phone. “Order us some room service, yeah? I’m hungry. I’ll take a steak medium-rare. Tell them to charge it to the card on file.”
With that, he grabbed his bag from by the door and headed into the massive bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him. My teeth audibly ground together, and for a good minute, I contemplated telling him to order his own fucking food and that I wasn’t hungry. But my stomach rumbled, and I knew I needed to eat, or Rurik would be putting me on my ass tomorrow.
I was already hard to deal with on a good day, but when I was hungry? I was damn near intolerable.
Fuming, I made my way over to the phone. A menu was sitting beside it, so I took a moment to skim over it before ordering Rurik’s food and ordering myself a burger and fries. After hanging up the phone, I worked on finding extra linens, only to discover there weren’t any. Because of course, a fucking nice ass hotel like this didn’t just leave extra linens lying around.
Fuck my life.
When Rurik came out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind him, I turned, ready to order him to get another blanket and sheets for me to make a pallet on the floor, but my mouth dried and the words died in my throat.
Rurik was clad in only a towel wrapped around his hips. Every hard, tight plane of his body was on display, and water droplets still clung to his pale, tattooed skin. I swear to fuck, I swallowed my tongue when he lifted his hand to rake his fingers through his wet, dark hair, slicking it back from his face.
“Shower’s free,” he told me.
“You don’t need your bag?” I rasped. My voice sounded like raw sex, and his eyes flared at the sound of it.
He smirked, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint that made me both hard for him and cautious all at once. There was something predatory in his gaze as he looked at me. A sensual promise.
“Nah. I like to sleep naked, Shadow,” he purred. My cock hardened so fast at the image his words painted in my mind that I swayed on my feet. He jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom. “Go take a shower.”
I literally had no words because all I could picture was him sleeping naked in the same room as me. So I silently walked into the bathroom and shut the door. It wasn’t until I was beneath the hot spray of water that I realized my bag was still in the room on the chair, which meant I had no clothes nor any of my own toiletries.
I thunked my forehead against the tiled wall and groaned, my jaw clenched tightly.
Fuck me with a brick.
7
Rurik
“Thank you,” I told the hotel employee as she placed mine and Malik’s food on the small table by the armchair. I handed her a twenty as a tip, and her eyes bugged a little. “Have a wonderful night.”
Once she left, I flipped the lock to the room and headed back to the food. I’d donned a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt after Malik escaped into the bathroom, not wanting to answer the door in nothing but a towel once the food arrived. I wanted to tease the hell out of Malik, especially after seeing him eyeing my cock through my towel with a hunger so visceral it made me lightheaded, but I didn’t want to scar the hotel employee.
The bathroom door opened, and I turned to look over my shoulder, damn near swallowing my tongue when Malik stepped out, steam billowing behind him. A towel was wrapped around his hips, leaving the rest of his beautiful creamy skin on display. Water droplets clung to his skin and rolled over his pecs. My mouth ran dry at the sight of his chiseled abs and those thick biceps.
Jesus fucking Christ, the man was going to kill me. I’d always known Malik was a beautiful man. Even when he was scowling and raging at the world, he was magnificent and jaw-droppingly gorgeous. But nothing could prepare me for how damn intoxicating the sight of him naked would be.
“You got a fucking staring problem?” Malik growled as he walked over to where I was standing, clutching the towel at his left hip so tightly, I was actually surprised he didn’t rip it. His scent wrapped around me as he drew closer, and my dick hardened so fast, I went lightheaded for a moment. He’d used my body wash, and goddamn, I wanted to lay him out over that bed and rut into him like a fucking beast. Having my scent on him made something primal bubble up inside me.