Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Ryken...”
“Mm-hmm,” he answers into my ear as he continues to lather me up. I can feel his cock on my back. He’s hard again. I turn around to face him, and he looks down between us, smirks then looks back to me.
“Those mocha eyes will be the death of me.”
I blink a few times at his words, shocked, then smile. No one has ever paid attention to what the color of my eyes are before. He pays all kinds of attention to me. It’s who he is.
“Ryken...” I say again.
This time he leans forward, kissing my lips softly, then pulling back to wash himself once he finishes with me. “What is this?”
He stops then looks to me. “You know what this is, it’s us. The way it’s meant to be.”
I bite my lip. “There isn’t an us. I mean there’s a fucking us, but not an us,” I try to emphasize the words and he stops to look at me. I see it then, those demons that I first saw in his eyes. He’s hidden them from me for quite some time. But it was only a matter of time before they surfaced again and came back out to play.
“There is a fucking us. Fuck! Don’t go thinking there isn’t. There’s no me without you.”
I want to believe his words, I really do. Quickly, I step out of the shower before he can stop me. I can still feel soap suds on me, but I don’t care. “You had an us already... Livia and you.”
He growls at my words. His face is hard, and he steps out after me completely covered in soap. It’s a beautiful and scary sight all wrapped into one. “She wasn’t an us, she was an I. I loved her, Barbie, there’s no denying that. She was there for so much of my shit.” He grabs my face. “But she wasn’t fucking you. You have fucked with my head and heart from that very first time I met you. You... who’s so beautiful... you have no idea how much you mean to me.”
I look away from his words. Because declarations of love are something I’m not used to. It was never in my cards. My mother never told me, so why should I believe someone who chose someone else. He picked her when no one wanted to choose me. Not the people who I wanted to, anyway
“I want to take it slow.” He shakes his head. “This is too much. You’re too much. I can’t deal with this. Don’t make me deal with this.”
He steps back, reaching for the towel, and wiping off the soap suds and then touching my face. “Slow is half doable. Just don’t expect me to not want you every time I see you. Because now, baby, no one is in our way.” He steps around me, walking back out to my small room to collect his clothes. I follow him naked. Leaning against the door as I watch him.
“You’re leaving?” I ask, surprised.
He kisses my lips quickly. “I only came to see you because today’s been shitty, and to tell you I couldn’t stay.” He laughs because we all know why that will never work for him. “That led to me being late now.” He looks up to me once his trousers are on, his eyes roaming the length of me. “You’re making it next to impossible to leave, though, Barbie. I want to ravage that body again.” I smile, loving the way his eyes rake over me. It’s a whole new look. Something else entirely. And I like it. A lot.
“Goodbye, Ryken,” I say, smirking.
He steps forward, and I hold up my hand to him. He shakes his head and then slaps my ass as he walks past. “Save that for me for later, baby.”
My laugh comes out loud as he walks down the stairs, and I stay up the top watching him leave.
He stops, looking around. “Don’t let anyone in. Lock your door unless I call.”
I go to tell him I don’t have a phone to call him on. But this time as he looks at my tits, he speaks, “It’s on your bed. Use it, it’s yours.” He licks his lips, the smile not leaving as he walks out the door. Turing back to go inside, I see it there. A brand-new iPhone lying on my bed.
Walking over to it, I pick it up and laugh when I see the photo on the screen. It’s a picture of him smirking. I cling to it and lay on my bed.
I think despite telling myself not to, I’ve fallen even deeper for Ryken Lord. Now he has my heart I’m afraid of what he’ll do with it.
THE CELL BEEPS, AND that’s what wakes me the next morning. It’s still in my hand, I must have fallen asleep with it clasped there last night. His text messages are coming through, and I smile when I read the first one.