Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Then, his lips covered mine.
I was lost.
I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips as I instantly parted my lips for him. He gripped my ass in his hand and yanked me closer to him, plastering our bodies together. I whined low in my throat when I felt how hard he was for me. My pussy throbbed in response, desperate for him to touch me, to relieve that ache he had started.
I hadn’t let a man touch me since that night almost four years ago, but I desperately needed Julian to touch me.
I shakily pressed my hands to his abs, and he shuddered under my touch, a low groan sounding from his throat. He ran his lips over my jaw and down my neck, drawing breathless moans from between my lips as he gently nipped at my skin. He moved up and gently sucked my earlobe between his teeth.
“Julian,” I cried out, digging my nails into his sides in response.
“Touch me, Meg,” he quietly rasped into my ear. “You don’t have to be shy with me.” His hand squeezed my ass again, and I moaned as I slid my hands up his abs, finally feeling him. He moaned low in his throat. “Fuck,” he growled as he dragged his lips back to mine, kissing me again.
“Hey, Meg—What the fuck?!” Vincent roared as he stepped into the room.
I jerked back from Julian like cold water had been thrown on me, slamming my back painfully against the wall. Julian rumbled low in his throat as he shut his eyes, a snarl twisting his handsome features. But he didn’t let go of me.
“Get the fuck out,” he snarled at Vincent.
“I fucking told you she was off limits!” Vincent shouted at Julian as he grabbed Julian’s shoulder and roughly yanked him away from me.
“So, you two are fucking then!” Julian shouted back at Vincent.
“No, you fucking asshole!” Vincent barked. “It’s because I won’t let another douchebag ruin her!”
I sucked in a sharp breath of air, tears welling in my eyes as Vincent dropped my biggest secret—like it was even his secret to tell in the first place. Vincent’s eyes widened as he realized what he had said and swung his dark eyes over to me. “Meg—"
I shook my head at him, my bottom lip trembling. “That wasn’t your secret to spill,” I told him, my voice breaking.
“Meg—”
I needed out.
I rushed past him and Julian and dashed down the stairs, thankful for my athleticism as I burst through the front door, rushing down the street. I didn’t want to be around Vincent, and I sure as hell didn’t want to be around everyone else who had no doubt overheard Vincent shout that I was ruined.
After all the times he had promised me that I hadn’t been ruined, he had just admitted that shit to someone who barely even fucking knew me.
Muscular, tattooed arms suddenly snagged my waist, and I painfully jerked to a stop as my feet slid on the ground, my body collapsing back into Julian’s.
“Fuck, woman, you run fast as hell,” he grunted as he turned me to face him. He had barely broken a sweat whereas I was panting, my lungs burning.
He ran his eyes over my face, but I beat on his chest, hot, angry tears sliding down my cheeks. “Let me go!” I shouted at him.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Meghan, fucking stop,” he ordered, not even flinching at my hits. And somehow, that made me angrier.
“Let me go, you fucking bastard!” I yelled at him.
He quickly gripped my face in his hands and slanted his lips across mine, effectively shutting me up. My tears slid between our lips, tasting salty on my tongue. I whimpered as I opened my lips under his, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his dark hair. He slid an arm around my back, tugging me close to his tall, massive frame as his other hand gripped my ass, pressing me against him.
He slowly pulled back from my lips, running his mesmerizing, blue eyes over my face. “You good now?” he gruffly asked me.
I stepped back from him, nodding. I looked over his shoulder to see Vincent standing there, his eyes narrowed at Julian. But when they met mine, they softened, a guilty look in his eyes. Julian looked between the two of us. “You ready to talk to him?” Julian asked me, looking like he was ready to be my wall if I needed him to. And my heart softened towards him.
I swallowed thickly but nodded. Julian rubbed my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “I’ll be on the porch,” he told me, his blue eyes not giving anything away as he let them meet mine. “You need me, shout,” he ordered.
With that, he strode away, shoulder checking Vincent as he went. Vincent scowled at him but quickly turned back to face me. “I’m sorry, Meghan,” Vincent said quietly as he walked toward me. “I can’t—fuck, I don’t ever want to see you again like you were that night,” he confessed. “When I saw you with Julian, I got scared.” He drew in a soft breath. “I don’t want any other guy to hurt you ever again, Meg.”