Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“What’s under the robe?”
I hugged my middle.
He rose from the chair, forcing me to swallow the chunks forming at the back of my throat. Approaching me with caution, he ran a hand through his dark hair with a cruel look plastered on his handsome face. A flood of adrenaline rushed through my body as heat flooded between my legs. Everything about him screamed danger, even though my brain told me to run.
He loomed over me with a crazed expression on his face. “Come here.”
I stood my ground.
Frustrated with my independence, he slid his hand beneath my chin, and his rough touch awakened my body. He lifted me from the bed with his hand wrapped around my chin, a ripple of energy shooting down my spine as our eyes connected.
I hate you.
I want you.
What is wrong with me?
It was easy to see when his mood was dangling by a thread. He was a jerk in his office, more caring on the dance floor, and now a hunter in his bedroom.
I liked the hunter.
This side of Luca scared me, but it also turned me on. I liked the rush. The feel of my blood pumping so fast I struggled to catch my breath. Luca shoved my robe off my right shoulder, exposing my bare skin to the chill in the air. My nipples hardened into pebbles as his fingers danced along my skin.
“Are you going to give me trouble?”
I shook my head.
A smirk tugged at his beautiful mouth. “Good girl.”
He held my gaze for what felt like minutes before he pushed me down on the bed. I laid back on the soft sheets, a moan escaping my lips as he yanked my thighs apart and pulled me closer to him. Luca reached down to untie the belt at my waist, revealing the lacy lingerie that hid nothing.
His eyes flickered with carnal hunger as they traveled over my breasts, my nipples sore from his careful inspection. He rolled the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud, licking his lips. I soaked through the lace, desperate for him to touch me down there. After years of hating him, I could not deny how much I wanted him. His anger, his rage, I wanted all of it. Because the same fire burned inside of me.
He dipped his head down, the heat from his breath racing up the length of my stomach. I shivered from his touch, and a wave of red-hot pleasure spread down my thighs. His mouth hovered over my nipple. I expected him to suck on it through the fabric, but he just breathed on my skin, teasing me.
“Tell me what you want, Drea.”
A war between want and desire stirred inside me. My body wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk out of his bedroom. But my mind and heart could not forget the past. He was a monster, a murderer, and he killed my twin brother for all I knew.
“I want to wait until our wedding night.”
Luca laughed, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I have been inside you hundreds of times. It makes no difference.”
“It does to me.”
“And you think what you want matters to me?”
I moved my hand to the back of his head, gripping his hair. “If I’m to be your queen, it should.”
A cocky smirk tugged at the right corner of his mouth. “What are you doing, Drea?”
I leaned forward, my lips brushing his.
He pushed on my shoulder, pinning me to the mattress with his muscular body. “You want to play games, baby girl? Because the last time I checked, you were losing.”
“How would you know? This game hasn’t begun.”
His smirk turned into a wicked grin right before his lips crashed into mine. Sweeping my tongue into his mouth, I tightened my grip on his hair and rocked my hips into his erection. He held me down like he wanted to tear me apart, kissing me with every ounce of hatred I felt for him. With each flick of his skilled tongue, we fought a war with each other. He fucked my mouth with the same ferocity he claimed my body. Like he wanted to conquer me. Devour me.
Luca tasted like scotch and poor decisions. He was the Devil in Disguise. A man who made me sin and never want to stop. He fisted my curls between his fingers, deepening the kiss as his long, hard cock speared my inner thigh. Moaning into his mouth, I fought for possession, shoving my hand into his chest.
He gripped both of my wrists and held them above my head. His lips glistened with my saliva, his dark hair a mess from how hard I tugged on it. As he released my right wrist, he slid his long finger between my cleavage, and my chest heaved from each shallow breath that escaped my throat. I felt like an animal in heat, ready to pounce if he didn’t make me come.