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)
It’s his turn to caress my face.
He reaches up, dominant as ever, running his hand along my cheek.
“Don’t get too excited, sis. Truth is, I couldn’t have stayed away from your tight little pussy if you chained me to the wall.” Growling, he slides his hand up my thigh, shifts my panties aside, and shoves two fingers deep inside me.
I gasp, arching against him, feeling his raging hard-on rising through his jeans.
“Don’t ruin a good thing with too much wishing, Delia. You’re not my girlfriend. You can’t be, and you know that’s for your own good. But you’ll always be the best fuck of my life, baby.”
His words are like knives, but his fingers...
I’m dead.
I should slap him across the face and run back inside.
If only he didn’t stroke me so good, tethering my body to this mad pleasure I can only get from him.
He’s a bastard thief.
A relentless charmer.
But more than anything, I hate him because he’s right.
I just won’t admit it to myself. It hurts too much having this spark and knowing he’s incapable of ever feeling love, much less acting on it.
My body drowns out the ache in my heart as he works his hands deeper, stamping his hot lips down my neck.
His hips push greedily against my ass, making me feel his bulge.
He fists my hair and holds me closer as he tugs down his pants, stroking my clit with an anger that still turns me on.
When he sinks into me, I’m ruined.
It doesn’t take much, not when he’s pumping with fury in his blood and both of us so desperate, so needy, so wrecked with confusion.
I’m flying over the edge in no time, emotionally short-circuited by this bewildering man.
The scalding tears building since last night burst out of me.
Still, I come so hard I can’t breathe, riding his cock, adoring the way he touches me, works me, owns me.
If only he could keep me, too.
If only he believed in miracles.
If only we—
“Delia, keep going. Don’t stop till I tell you,” he orders, all sultry breath in my ear.
I slide down his length in fits, his thumb adding more pressure to my clit, sending a new wave of sweet, indecent butterflies tearing through me.
I’m scared now.
Because I know nothing will ever compare as long as I live.
The hurt.
The passion.
This twisted, unspeakable heart pact between us.
The constant quiet mourning of a future that’ll never be.
When we come together, the intensity chokes me.
The entire world fades into a gasp of ecstasy and his low, guttural release.
Sex almighty, I’m so flipping confused.
But he pulls me in close when it’s finally over, sheltering me from my own torn feelings in his powerful arms. His lips meet mine in a rough, searching kiss.
“Stop crying, Delia. We still have summer. We can buy ourselves more time.” He reaches up with a wounded look in his eyes, gently clasping my chin. “Why the fuck should we stop before you’re back in school? Let’s make that the real goodbye.”
My lips twitch, so many sharp words on my tongue.
Because I’m falling in love, you magnificent prick.
But I don’t dare say it.
I just dive into the lush jade tranquility of his eyes, where there’s no worry about broken hearts or forbidden crushes.
“One summer, baby. One summer of this, every damn night. Let me help you stop worrying about Evie and your dad. Let me kiss away your stresses, your fears,” he whispers, this protective fierceness in his voice that curls my toes.
I hate how he sounds like he cares.
He wraps his fingers around mine and brings them to his cock. I squeeze just underneath his swollen head until my head rolls back and my eyelids flutter hard.
Harder than I intend, really, because he’s making me feel deeper and harder and it pisses me off.
This is so unfair.
He growls happily, oblivious to my frustrations, enjoying the scrape of his stubble on my skin.
Why does he have to be so detached? So convincing when he asks for something I don’t think I can give.
He thinks he’s doing me a favor with this—whatever this is? Is that it?
Like I’m still this shy little ex-virgin with nothing else going in my life besides his swinging dick?
I look up, refusing to hide my irritation anymore.
He finally notices and opens his lips. “Delia, what’s—”
“Why do you have to be such an asshole?” I can’t hide the contempt in my tone. “If you don’t start treating me with a shred of respect, it’s better we just forget this now. Why wait until I’m back in the dorms? It’ll just be harder.”
I give his cock one more pump, then rip my hand away.
God. It shouldn’t be so hard to take my hands off his body.
But I have to force myself to stand, looking down at him, one arm slung across my shoulder like I’m breaking my fall.