Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I shrug it off, as if it’s nothing.
He grins. “That so?”
“That’s so.”
“So if I pulled you onto me right now, and slowly sunk you down onto my dick, you wouldn’t take it?”
I stay cool. “Nope.”
He moves quickly, pulling me to him, one hand beneath my bottom, the other on the small of my back. My lips part as my legs automatically go around him, and, in seconds, I can feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, pushing just slightly.
“You sure about that?” he growls.
“Perfectly,” I breathe.
“Tell me you want it, and you can have it.”
He pushes me down a little more, and my body screams for him to keep going, to slowly lower me onto his cock so I can feel him sink into me. I want him, and he knows it.
“I don’t want it,” I say, my voice far too breathy for my liking.
He rocks my hips, sliding his cock between my folds, moving it up and down over my clit, tormenting me.
“Say the word, Mera. Admit you want me.”
I grit my teeth, fighting back the desperation as the intense ache turns into a feeling I can’t control.
“No,” I grind out between gritted teeth.
“If you admit it, I’ll let you cum against me. I might even fuck you.”
His hand slides up my back, teasing, as he keeps his other hand on my hip, using it to rock me against his dick. It’s not quite enough to create friction so I can orgasm, but it’s enough for me to feel that the ache is almost unbearable.
“Go on, Kitten, tell me that you want me.”
I’m struggling, and he knows it. My head spins as he keeps rocking me, and I’m so desperate to feel the release, so desperate to feel him, that I find myself gasping, “I want you. You know I do. Please just let me have this.”
His grin widens, and just like that, he releases me.
I scramble to my feet, horrified as the ache between my legs slowly disappears.
“I told you, you can’t win this game with me, Kitten.”
Turning, he swims away.
Oh. My. God.
He just beat me at my own game.
He just crushed me without even trying.
It’s on.
It’s so on.
10
“Wait here, I need to speak to someone.”
Wolfe doesn’t even glance at me as he walks into a large building in the middle of town. It reads as a packing business, and I could take a wild guess and assume that what they’re packing for the club is not legal. Either way, I’m mostly focused on the fact that Wolfe just left me outside, on my own, and we all know that people in this town don’t exactly like me.
“She’s still here.”
A couple of older ladies walking past are already talking about me.
Frustrated, I decide to step inside the building—at least nobody can see me in there.
When I enter the glass door, I don’t see anybody. The reception desk is empty, and it’s remarkably quiet. I walk toward the corridor, wondering if I can find a toilet, as I’m desperate to pee. I keep quiet as I move down the hall, hoping I’m not going to get into trouble for being in here.
Voices alert me that I am, in fact, not alone.
But I hear a familiar voice – Wolfe.
Pausing, I tip my head to the side, listening. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I’m curious as to why he’s here and who he is talking to. I’m surprised when I hear the voice is female, because I was certain he was coming in here to see a man. Coming to a stop, I spend a moment listening.
“When?” Wolfe growls.
“Two months ago, from what I can find.”
“Fuck. This is a problem. It’s a big fuckin’ problem. He wasn’t meant to get out, not for a long fuckin’ time.”
“I know. But, like the first time, they are saying he was wrongly convicted. He somehow managed to weasel his way out.”
“I need to know where he is.”
“I’ll do what I can.”
Who are they talking about?
“Can I help you?”
Spinning around, I see an older man in grey pants and a dark tee, standing and staring at me.
“I was, ah, looking for a toilet.”
He shakes his head suspiciously.
“No toilet here for public use. Go next door.”
Well, I’m not going to stay and argue.
“Sorry,” I mumble, stepping past him and rushing out.
I guess I’m waiting outside after all.
Huffing, I glance next door at a café. Not where I want to go, but I don’t know how long Wolfe is going to be, and I’m busting. Muttering a curse, I hurry to the café and follow the sign that points around the back for the toilet. Going in, I quickly do my business and just as I step out, I see two men standing in the parking lot next to the café block.
Their eyes move toward me, and one of them pushes off the car he’s leaning on and walks in my direction.