Total pages in book: 217
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1036(@200wpm)___ 829(@250wpm)___ 691(@300wpm)
“Shut the fuck up, Beau.”
I am out of my fucking mind. Untamable. Uninhibited. And as if to prove it, I twist my arm and reach behind James’s back, pulling his gun from the waistband of his jeans, disengaging the safety. He stops just shy of his car, his body still but his chest pulsing wildly into my back. I turn the gun around and point it at both of us. “Put me down,” I say calmly, and he does because he knows. He knows I am fucking crazy, and he’s sent me further that way.
I turn the gun around in my hand and face him, and I look straight into his eyes. “We are done,” I assure him. He shakes his head, his expression incensed. “Yes,” I counter.
“No.” He moves fast, reaching for his back and before I can blink, I have a gun aimed at me. “As long as I live and breathe, Beau Hayley, we will never be done.”
“Then I guess you won’t be breathing for very long.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t want to marry me, so stop being all insecure. It doesn’t suit you.”
My free hand lashes out of its own volition, cracking him around the face, and my palm bursts into flames, his head snapping to the side where he holds it, his lip curling. “Been taking pointers from your best friend?” he hisses.
“Fuck you.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice?”
The pressure in my head bursts, and I scream like an unhinged mad woman, squeezing the trigger. I jolt, flying around and slamming into something. The back of my head collides with a wall, the rough bricks pulling at my dress. The gun is gone from my hand, and James is armed with both. He heaves and pants in front of me, and then he roars to the black sky and fires both guns, one after the other, over and over, the sound of bullets leaving the chamber piercing, echoing off the bricks of the dank alley.
Then . . . quiet.
Except for the last shell casing hitting the ground with a pretty ping.
“Would I like to let off some steam?” he asks, breathless. “Yes, fuck, I need that.” He comes closer and breathes down on me. “Will I take it elsewhere? No.” I hear the sound of the two guns hitting the concrete, then his hands are in my hair fisting it harshly. “I know only your pussy now, Beau.”
“This pussy doesn’t want you.”
“Taste only your lips. Ram my cock only into your cunt. Suck only your nipples.” He dips and licks the shell of my ear. “I will only ever restrain you. Fuck your arse.” Pulling away, he looks at me with wide, wild eyes, his hold of my hair unmoving. “My mind knows only you. My body knows only yours.” Slamming his mouth onto mine, he kisses me brutally, forcing me up onto my tiptoes. “My damn fucking black heart can only ever love you, Beau Hayley, so get your fucking head on straight and show me that all this anger and stress is worth it, because if you really mean it when you say we’re done, I’ll slip back into the shadows and pick up my life where I left off the day you walked into my apartment and watched me fuck that woman.”
Stunned, I stare at him. My anger hasn’t subsided from his words. It’s multiplied. This fucking world. Our fucking lives. Why? Why, why, why? When will the blows stop coming? To James, I am nothing but stress and helplessness. I don’t even let him fuck me how I know he likes to fuck anymore.
He turns his face away from me. “We’re fine,” he says, letting whoever’s come to check on us know that we’re still alive. And the second he’s facing me again, I let my anger out in another way. I’m on him like a starving wolf, kissing him like I might not ever again, gripping his hair harshly. And he accepts.
I climb his body, wrap my legs around his waist, pull him as close as I can get him, my hands fisting his hair, my mouth relentless on his. My tongue circles and whips, frenzied and fast, an unbearable throb hitting me between my legs.
“Are you hard?” I gasp over my words, releasing one hand and feeling around his crotch, hearing his moan as I stroke over his erection. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. Tie me up and fuck me.” I need that. Him. All over me. I need to be taken back to the beginning and reminded.
He pushes me into the wall, his tongue merciless in my mouth. “Everything was in my apartment.”
His apartment that was blown up. And he hasn’t replaced anything, because he’s either been too busy, out of the country, or he thinks dirty, filthy, debased fucking shouldn’t feature in our relationship anymore.