Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Lie on your back and spread your legs.” He clenched her buttocks hard enough to make her squeak.
She lifted her head, and it wasn’t resistance that glowed in her gaze. It was heat. Desire. Acceptance.
“I want to come.” Her lashes lowered, transforming her petite features into pure seduction. “I like that you always give me that.”
As she slid off his lap and stretched out on her back, a second heartbeat took up residence between his legs.
The fluidity of her lithe figure made his mouth water. The tight buds of her nipples pinched erotically between the precious stones, and if that weren’t enough to make him hard again, she had the brazenness to meet his eyes and open her thighs.
In a blink, he shifted from man to beast. His hands landed on her knees, spreading her wide as he went after her pussy with tongue and teeth.
She moaned beneath the attack, and her body trembled against him, filling his mouth with feminine hunger.
No matter how many times he went down on her, it was always explosive. Her responses, his need—the air crackled and sang with the sounds of fighting, snarling, mating animals.
As she climaxed, she did it with her entire being. She let go of everything—her hatred, her fear, her painful past—and for those few fleeting seconds, he glimpsed a woman who was capable of seeing what he was and loving him despite it.
In that moment, something awoke between them. Something deep and untouchable. On the surface, they were captor and captive, but at the heart of their connection, they were one.
“Tiago.” She opened her arms, panting through the remnants of her release.
He prowled up her body, lowered onto her, and buried himself in her hot, tight pussy.
Pleasure zinged through his veins, and he snapped his hips into a frantic, urgent rhythm. She answered with a cry, and her hands gripped the muscles of his ass.
But it was her eyes that held him. Those vibrant oceans of blue called him into the rippling vastness, pulling him in so close and deep he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
With his hands tangled in her hair, he thrust again, and again, harder, faster, with a desperation that echoed in his heart.
All his life, he’d been alone. In marriage, he’d been alone in love. In his career, he’d fought his own battles. In hell, he reigned from a solitary throne.
What would it be like to have Kate’s love instead of her hate? To have her fighting beside him instead of against him?
The notion was unattainable but not unimaginable. He imagined it every day, in every possible way.
With a low, deep moan, she came undone. Her orgasm swelled and crashed around him, contracting her inner muscles and tossing him into a delirium of ecstasy.
“Kate.” He groaned, holding her tight as she milked him, draining him into exhaustion.
Spent and sated, he rolled to his back and gathered her in his arms.
It was easy to give up everything for her, but there were some things that required time and planning. He was willing to surrender whatever was needed to earn her love, as long as it didn’t compromise her safety.
Letting Tate go had been the right thing to do, but it came with a cost.
Cole Hartman was no longer occupied with the search for Tate.
Now he had a new job, a new target, and by this time tomorrow, he would know where to find Kate.
Tiago had to leave the penthouse tomorrow, and she would be at his side. It was a risk to take her to his compound, but it was even a bigger risk to leave her in the care of someone else.
No one would protect her like he would.
If Hartman meant to take her, he would have to pry her out of Tiago’s cold, dead arms.
The grungy, menacing atmosphere set Kate’s instincts on high alert as she followed Tiago through his Caracas compound.
The bones of what was once a regal hotel hid behind fumes of cigarette smoke, spray paint, and decay. Sheet metal covered the windows. Bullet holes pocked the ceilings. Brown stains blotted the worn carpet, and sweaty, heavily-armed men stood at attention in the dark hallways.
Hard to imagine Lucia had lived within these claustrophobic walls for eleven years.
The absence of light disorientated Kate, but she stayed close to Tiago’s familiar frame. Not that he would let her drift out of arm’s reach.
He didn’t glance at her, hold her hand, or touch her the way he did when they were alone, but the weight of his attention never left her. Whether he was navigating winding passages or briefing dozens of guards on business deals, he knew where she was and what she was doing at all times.
His awareness of her was an unexplainable sense in her gut, one that had evolved from a collection of shared experiences during their inseparable months together.