Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
But regardless of all of that, he might have had some sort of formal training, but I’d needed to walk around shady neighborhoods at night by myself when I was barely more than a child.
I was scrappy.
I had good instincts.
“Nice try, love, but—fuck,” he grunted when I turned my hip out just enough to get the leverage I needed for my elbow to collide with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him while I spun with my arm raised, elbow out, ready to strike his jaw. If I landed it just right, I could even get him on the ground, despite our size difference.
But before I could land it, Bellamy was recovering and ducking under, and my momentum had me spinning until I stopped myself.
“Are you done?” Bellamy asked, smirking at me as I faced him again.
“Not even close,” I told him, charging.
Charging.
While on a deck with no railing.
Like a freaking idiot.
Bellamy’s arms went around me the second that I realized we were falling off the dock.
I managed to suck in a deep breath as Bellamy somehow turned us in mid-fall so that when we crashed a split second later, we did so on both of our sides.
The impact had us flying apart.
And I was so focused on finding the surface that I forgot all about him for a second until my head was above water again and I could take another breath.
I barely managed to suck it in, though, before Bellamy’s lips were landing on mine as his hand grabbed my hip, yanking until my leg went around his waist. His other hand must have snagged one of the pillars to the deck because the next thing I knew, my back was slamming against it as his mouth slanted over mine again.
Hard.
Hungry.
Like the fight had been some sort of foreplay for him.
And, admittedly, my damn traitorous body seemed to view it the exact same way.
Because a wildfire of desire was spreading through my body, destroying everything in its wake.
My other leg lifted, wrapped around his waist, opening myself up to him as he ground his hips into me.
His cock was straining, pressing against where I needed him most.
My hips rose, shifted, making his cock press flat against my cleft so I could roll my hips against his thickness and have it press against my aching clit.
Every goddamn warning bell in my body should have been going off right then.
Not only was he a kidnapper who drugged his victims.
And not only had he admitted to being a murderer.
But now I knew that a part of him got off on physical altercations with a woman.
It was impossible not to notice the red flags falling all over the place.
But, as it turned out, if you kept your eyes closed real tight, you could completely ignore them.
And ignore them I did as Bellamy’s tongue found mine just as his hand started to slide under the soaked hemline of my shirt, teasing over my overheated skin, blazing a path upward, making me aware of the fact that I was still in my PJs, and therefore without a bra just as his fingertips grazed the underside of my breast.
A shiver moved through me at the contact, a move that silently spurred Bellamy on. His hand shifted up, his palm closing over my breast, his thumb finding my nipple and working it in circles until it was straining.
My hips got more and more impatient as his thumb and forefinger snagged my nipple and started to roll it.
Bellamy’s teeth nipped my lower lip, dragging a moan out of me that had him breaking the contact, looking at me with heavy-lidded, molten eyes.
His hand slid down my stomach, slipping right inside my shorts, sliding up my cleft to tease over my clit for a moment before two of his fingers slipped inside me, making my head fall back on the pillar as a whimper escaped me.
“So wet,” he murmured as his fingers started to stroke, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker as my whimpers turned into moans, as my hips ground against him, demanding more and more.
His fingers turned inside of me, curling, and stroking against my top wall, engaging my G-spot with expert precision, driving me up faster than even seemed possible.
Leaning in, his nose teased up the side of my neck before I felt his lips tease the edge of my ear. My walls tightened around him as I got closer and closer to oblivion.
“Are you going to come for me, love?” he asked, voice smooth and soft, a silky sound that shivered through my system as his fingers stroked and his thumb circled.
And just like that, the orgasm slammed through me, stealing my breath, leaving me letting out a choked moan as the waves crashed over and over.
My head fell forward, my face pressing into his neck as he continued to stroke, dragging it out.