Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”
Rage and lust choke me as silky wetness melts between my fingers. “There’s a long list of things wrong with me,” I grunt. “You were going to use this body to hypnotize men and have them so out of their minds, they’d give you the keys to any kingdom for one wet taste. You’d have them all on their knees by the end of the night. But not me, shortcake, you didn’t plan on me.”
Our eyes stay locked for a long moment as my middle finger presses into the holy land, and I feel the proof of her words.
She’s a fucking virgin, and realization floods through me that I’m technically assaulting this girl. My girl. Fuck, I’ve lost my fucking mind, but I’m sure that’s exactly what she wants.
“Perfect tits. A juicy, tight pussy, all wrapped up in a curvy, killer package. Of all the bars in all the towns, you had to be in this one tonight,” I mumble, stumbling back, releasing her except for my fingers locking around her wrist so she can’t get away. And that makes me fucking mad, too, because she should be trying a lot harder than this to fight me off. She should be screaming, biting, kicking and doing whatever it takes to get away. It better be that the alcohol has scrambled her survival instincts, because if not she’s in for the fucking spanking of her life.
I clench my teeth so tight, they make a cracking sound in my ears and pain shoots from my jaw down my back. I keep a solid grip on her right wrist as I swing open the door, turning back ready to manhandle her lush softness into the front seat.
But before I can, she starts to squirm, the banner I wrapped her in slipping from her shoulders to crumple at our feet, then my little strawberry sundae hauls off and delivers a slap across my face so hard, I stumble back, black dots swirling in my vision, and fuck, I’m not mad.
Oh, no.
It seals her fate.
I think I’m in love.
Chapter Two
Fay
“You wanna play?” The stranger with the silver eyes and the look of a man possessed smiles as an angry red welt rises on his cheek where I’ve just walloped him.
I’ve never hit anyone.
It was justified, though, right?
I mean, he’s taking me against my will.
He’s assaulting me.
Why is there a flutter in my chest?
And down lower?
Why is he looking at me like I’ve really hurt him?
Personally wounded him?
I don’t even know him.
“Well, I’m pretty sure I could kick your butt at Mario Kart if that’s the kind of play you’re talking about,” I snap back, my tongue still thick from the gin and tonics I threw back in order to gain the liquid courage to take the stage wearing the world’s smallest Harley Quinn costume.
“Yeah?” His gray eyes fix on mine so I can’t move, and I want to look away, but I force defiance onto my face as I stare right back. “Cute. I like a little sass to go along with your ass.”
He tips his head in a way that makes me shiver, with a glimmer in those wild eyes that also has me clenching my inner muscles while a treacherous warmth soaks into the slip of red shimmering fabric between my legs.
His earthy, spicy scent isn’t helping me hold onto my anger. He’s scary, and sexy, and those two things shouldn’t happen together but right now my body doesn’t seem to care. I could run, except I’d be flat on my face in two steps. These shoes are far from practical, especially for escaping a wild-eyed maniac that just dragged me from the stage.
Without warning, he lurches forward, recovered from the shock of my smack, and takes my chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face towards his as he plants a kiss on my lips. Not a peck, like some embarrassed teenager fumbling around. This is hard, entitled and demanding.
His lips crush against mine, squeezing them against my teeth, forcefully pushing his warm tongue past my lips as I whine, but instead of biting it off I kiss him back as his hand spreads my thighs, greedy, thick fingers pressing hard against my sex.
I try to shift back, to regain some control, but his enormous frame covers mine, slamming me back into the car and taking a handful of pussy like he has signed, titled ownership of it.
That little bit of fabric between my legs is no barrier to entry as his rough fingertips slide through my slit, my Judas body responding with a rush of slick arousal.
“Skilled gamer, huh?” he mutters as I half moan, half sob, embarrassed that I’m so turned on by his touch. “You’ve got all the pieces to play the game, that’s for sure. Not sure you know how to use them though.”