Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
"Dalton!" She shatters on a ragged, broken cry, her pussy clenching greedily at my fingers, milking them.
She's so fucking beautiful unraveling around me that I don't stand a chance. My balls draw up tight, and I come all over myself with a choked groan. Cum spills into my boxers, making a fucking mess.
Jesus, this woman.
I press my forehead to hers, both of us breathing hard. My heart pounds like a war hammer. I'm wrecked. Obliterated. And yet I've never felt so alive or so consumed. By her—a beautiful little tempest.
"Jesus, baby," I breathe.
As soon as she hears my voice, it's like the spell is broken. She pulls away, bolting from my arms as if she's in danger of catching fire.
"Tempest, dammit." The words come out harsher than I intend, frustration vibrating through me.
"I told you not to curse at me." Her cheeks are flushed, her amber eyes wild as they find mine.
"Fuck." I shove a hand through my hair, instantly feeling like an asshole again. I heard somewhere that men are usually wrong in relationships. Seems this one is not going to beat that stereotype. I've been wrong all since she strolled her gorgeous ass into my office. "I'm sorry."
Her expression softens slightly at my apology, but her voice is firm when she speaks. "What just happened doesn't change anything, Dalton. I'm not marrying you."
Christ, she's killing me.
"Whatever you think you know about me, whatever has you running scared…you're wrong about me."
"No, I'm not." Sadness filters through her eyes, deflating her, and I want to fucking howl at the sight of it. "You don't want me, Dalton. You just hate feeling like you lost."
Is that what she really believes? That I don't want her? That this is some fucked-up game to me?
"You think I don't want you?" I pace toward her, my voice a dangerous growl. "The cum in my pants says otherwise, baby."
"We both know you don't want to marry me," she retorts, her chin lifted in stubborn defiance as she slips around me. "Marriage is a prison to you. Tell me I'm wrong."
I open my mouth. The words are there, right fucking there on the tip of my tongue, demanding release. But I can't seem to force them out. My goddamn mouth won't form them.
Defeat slumps her shoulders. "That's what I thought," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Just get out."
"I'm not leaving," I growl, frustrated. Desperate. Christ. What is she doing to me? I don't know. I don't fucking know, but she can't just dismiss me like what happened between us doesn't matter. Like we're nothing.
"Fine, then I will," she says, spinning for the door. She flings it open, slipping out before I make it two steps.
"Tempest!" I rip it open, fully intending to chase her down and shake some damn sense into her. But I step out just in time for my fucking blood to freeze in my veins as she flings herself into the arms of a man just a few doors down.
"Triton!" she cries.
He has his back to me, but I watch as he catches her, hauling her up against his chest. She clings to him like he's the only thing keeping her upright.
Jealousy roars through me at the sight. So does soul-crushing fear.
Is she in love with this motherfucker? Is that the real reason she keeps running? Because she'd rather have him than me?
Fucking Christ. Why does that thought hurt like a motherfucker? Like she just ripped out my goddamn heart and left me bleeding?
I don't fucking know, but it does.
When he ushers her inside his room a second later, I'm gutted, fucking carved hollow, and left spinning.
I stumble out of the hotel, my mind a tangled mess of confusion, rage, and jealousy. I need to know who the fuck he is. I need to know everything about him. And then I need to destroy him—dismantle his world piece by piece.
He can't have her. I don't care how she thinks she feels about him. I'm not letting her go. I'll burn the whole fucking world down before I let that asshole have her.
She's mine, dammit. She's under my skin, in my blood. Mine.
I punch the wall, welcoming the pain that lances through my knuckles. It's grounding. Centering.
Fucking hell. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I was supposed to keep my distance, guard my heart, and make sure this goddamn marriage never happened.
But Tempest snuck in when I wasn't looking. Even before she ever set foot in Nashville, she'd slipped through the cracks of my soul and made herself at home.
And now I'm fucked on a level I can't even begin to comprehend. Because I want the one thing I swore to myself that I would never, ever accept. Marriage. And I'm not fucking quitting until I get what I want.
I rake a hand through my hair, a harsh laugh bursting from my lips.