Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“...did I really pass out?” She blinks at me, slowly running her hands down my chest.
I burst out laughing and kiss her forehead.
Her brow is slick with sweat, bathed in hormones and some sweet, feminine scent I can’t ignore.
It also makes my dick throb like a greedy motherfucker, but I know she needs to rest.
“You scared the shit out of me. I was about to start CPR. Always fantasized about fucking a chick so hard she’d pass out, but the reality is something else.”
Her buttery giggle is all I need to hear.
I can’t stay mad at her.
“Well...you were good. Worth a little scare, right?” she says, running her tongue along her lips.
Fuck.
If someone offered a million bucks to look at her for more than five minutes without getting turned on, I’d lose in under sixty seconds.
This girl is a natural at getting me hard, unleashing my inner beast.
With her so deep in the zone, nothing else matters—not even the ugly truth that I’m leaving for the most dangerous fuckery I’ve ever dealt with.
“You’re talking like it’s over,” I tell her, teasing my lips against hers. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs and get you some water and fresh air. We’ll pick this up in my room. This time, you’re staying with me till morning.”
She laughs softly.
Goddamn, I’m obsessed with that laugh.
If I have my way—and I will—it’s all I’m going to hear whenever she’s around.
Nothing but light, happy, sounds to make up for all the bullshit we’ve been through on our way to this moment.
I throw on my pants and look for her underwear.
I’ve destroyed one bra strap, completely snapped it in two. She gawks at me, trying to fit it on, holding one arm helplessly across her tits.
I smile. Can’t do much about the demolished dress either, so we’ll have to hope we’re alone moving through the house.
“You wanted me to mark you,” I remind her. “No apologies. No crying over ruined clothes. Oh, and I’ll keep these.”
I stuff her panties into my pocket.
Her eyes bug out and she laughs, shaking her head.
Apparently, she still can’t believe I’m not just screwing around when I told her I’d take them.
I’ve never been more serious in my life.
These are coming with me for luck and I’ll certainly need it. Who knows what the hell I’ll be facing once my crew jumps the border.
“Get dressed quick unless you want me to carry you upstairs naked,” I say.
“You wouldn’t!” she throws back, trying to struggle into the shredded dress.
“Try me. I already got you hot and bothered with an audience on the beach.” I step toward her, reaching for her open dress and helping guide it over her shoulders again. “You don’t know half the shit I could do to you, Delia. Give me time. I’ll devote every damn night to convincing you that you’re the sexiest woman to ever walk the Earth.”
She replies with a fluttery kiss, and I savor it as long as I can.
Only a few seconds with the way my dick aches. I grab her by the hand and lead us upstairs.
She’s still smiling and laughing, brushing her fingers on my arm as we walk.
I barely notice what’s in front of us at first when we’re back on the main floor, emerging through the basement door.
That makes it so much fucking worse when my wits come back.
When we both see her, Delia’s little nails become torture.
“Ma?” I push Delia’s hand away, bowing up like a mongoose in front of a cobra. “What are you doing lurking out here?”
She smiles sweetly.
Rather, she imitates what Evangeline Triton thinks a friendly smile looks like on a normal person.
“Oh, I’ve just been enjoying the show, Christopher.” She flips through something on her screen, never shaking off that wicked-ass grin. “Wow. Wow. And here I thought the pics I snapped while you two were dancing your butts off were pretty scandalous!” She pauses, giving Delia a dead-eyed look. “I do hope your father won’t have a coronary when he sees them, Cordelia.”
Fuck her.
I want to rip the phone out of her hands and shatter it against the nearest wall. Only, I already know how futile that is with backup to the cloud before her phone pings, and that sneering smile on her face widens.
“Well, there’s Bruce now,” she purrs, her eyes fixed darkly on Delia. “Looks like he got the message. Daddy says he’s coming home early from Atlanta, honey. He wants to have a heart-to-heart with his son and daughter—and well, who can blame him?”
Before, Delia’s little hand was shaking in mine.
Now, it’s her whole arm.
I pull her closer and step forward, inserting myself between the woman I love and the hell-witch who brought me into this fucking joke of a world.
“Go ahead, you disgusting witch. We weren’t planning to keep this under wraps anyway. I planned on telling Bruce myself next week like a civilized person. Sending him those pics just speeds that up and embarrasses everybody in the process. So, yeah, thanks for sticking your damn meddling nose where it doesn’t belong, Mother.” I spit the last word like something rotten.