Shot in the Dark Read Online Tiana Laveen

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Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
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He wrapped his arms around her, pressed his forehead to hers. She saw no evil. No brute. No monster. They looked at one another, their lips curling in a smile at the same time. He suddenly turned serious, gripped her chin, cocked his head to the side and slipped his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Fuck!

He kissed her with his entire soul, preventing her from speaking, uttering a sound or word as he now fucked her hard and fast. Her body jostled and jerked as he plunged deep within. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him as close as she could to her. Forcing him into her embrace. Her pussy throbbed as he had his way with her, shoving himself in and out of her with ruthless abandon, making her drip all over the bed. Making her pussy cry and scream his name.

“You want to fight me… You hate me… you love me… You hate that you love me, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“That’s too fuckin’ bad. I’m going to make you fucking cum for me, Honey. Again. Again. AGAIN, you malicious, smart-mouthed, infuriating, and beautiful ball of fire. The moment you made the decision to stay with me was the moment I made a promise to never give you a reason to second-guess your decision. But I’m not promisin’ you easy street. I’m demanding. I want what I want, when I want it. Including your body… If you’re going to be with me, you better get used to getting fucked. And fucked hard. And fucked often.”

She felt a wave of anger at his words—especially the truth of them. He glared at her as he pivoted roughly inside of her. Forcing her to feel him so deeply, it took her breath away. She felt a sense of weakness, knowing she was doomed when he slipped his hand between their writhing bodies and massaged her clit while thrusting in her at an inhuman speed. It was a sickness. She loved hard fucks from bad boys. She’d love them and leave them, but when she had the chance to love him and walk away, she didn’t. She’d placed her belongings back in the drawers, back in his home, back in his life. And now here she was on her back, getting her fucking soul snatched.

“Oh, God! James!”

She climaxed again, and again, just as he’d demanded. His dick strokes didn’t slow or subside as she came undone. In fact, he crisscrossed his arms around her back and thrust in and out of her deep and strong. Holding her down. Making her take it. She came again, losing count now of the orgasms. She tried to slip away from him to force him on his back. Ride him. Instead, he yanked her arm, forced her onto her stomach, and fucked her hard from behind. She screamed when his teeth gently sank into her neck. A fucking animal he was… He bit her once, and then again, and after that, kissed where he’d marked his territory. Her body burned for him and her soul was on fire.

He flipped her onto her back. “You’re the most gorgeous fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” The words burst from his mouth, then he closed his eyes and raised her arms above her head. It was in that look… that look in his eyes, that she knew they were both ruined. Love had entered the chat…

She rocked her hips into his thrusts, welcoming him in, squeezing her pussy muscles. Tightening her grip on her prey. His sweat dripped down on her, along with his love. His world crashed around them.

“SHIT! Oh, God, baby… I’m cummin’!” he growled. He jerked in hard spasms, flooding the condom as he erupted inside of her. After a while, he settled, breathing harshly.

“You can see the nude parts of me. The parts I cover for my own protection. Not my body. Everything else. You can read my mind, predict my next move. I don’t like it, and yet, there’s comfort in it. I could become hooked on someone who knows how to cater to my every need, and me never needing to say a word. Like a photograph, I can show you, rather than tell you…” She spoke from her heart because she had no choice. If she lied, he’d know. If she told only half the truth, he’d know. If she didn’t say it at all, he’d still know. Because that was Archer. He was an arrow flung from a bow, being shot through the darkness. Lighting the way to the truth. He was her soul’s shadow. She was his heart’s light.

He caressed the side of her face, then delivered a gentle peck to her lips.

He rested on top of her, propped up by the elbows. Playing with her hair…

“Being a naked soul, just for me, is a good thing. Clothing is dishonesty. The clothes are smilin’ when we’re not happy. That’s like an oversized shirt. Or spending time with people we hate. Those are pants that are too damn tight. That clothing hides what I know to be true about you. So stay nude. I told you a long time ago that men don’t know how to love, Honey. We can care, but we love with conditions. We always want somethin’ in return. We’re conquerors. That’s just how we’re made. That is in direct contradiction to the definition of love. Love is not domination. Women know how to do it innately. We don’t.”



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