Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88215 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Smoke’s mouth falls open. His fingers dig into my hips. He can see it now. He can see me. The real me. I’m both terrified and excited. My skin is flushed. My wetness is soaking through his boxers. He takes my wrists and binds them with his hands behind my back, keeping me in place. He gazes deeply into my eyes like he can see my every thought, my every dream, my every nightmare.
My every lie.
My nipples are impossibly hard. Painfully hard. He blows a breath across them, and I drop my head back at the sensation. He pulls me against him, and when my nipples meet the warm soft skin of his muscular chest, I groan.
“Fuck,” he swears, releasing my hands. I place them on his shoulders. His hands go to my hips again. He moves me. Rocking me against him. His hard cock rubs mercilessly against my clit sending that same electric current zapping over and over again with each glide. My lower stomach tightens.
My thighs flex involuntarily around his muscular thighs, and the groan that leaves his lips vibrates to my very core.
Fuck games, even if I’m the one who started it. Now, I only want more.
So much more.
I want him.
My body can’t lie. My reactions to him are real. Primal. My need is real. The pressure building in my lower stomach threatening to explode is very, very real.
“This is so fucked up,” I whisper.
“Makes it even better,” Smoke says, his lips on my collarbone, his hands on my ass.
I know it’s fucked up. I know it’s wrong. And he’s right. The wrongness of it is only making me want him more. If I’m going to die, I don’t want to do it without ever knowing what it feels like to have a man inside my body.
This man.
This monster.
I’m your monster.
His words echo in my brain.
The pressure is building. Smoke’s muscles flex underneath me, my nipples rub against his chest. My clit is aching. “What…what’s happening?” I ask although I don’t know what it is I’m actually asking.
Smoke’s eyes grow impossibly dark. He drags the pad of his thumb across my lips. "I have no fucking idea," he says, pushing his other hand into my hair. He tugs on the back of my head, pauses for a moment, then presses my lips to his.
A kiss.
Smoke is kissing me. His lips are hard, yet soft. His facial hair tickles my cheeks. His tongue seeks entrance, and when I give it to him, we moan into one another’s mouths while our tongues dance an unfamiliar dance where they already know all the moves. It’s rough and hard and tender and needy. He pulls my hair harder, and the searing pain gives way to even greater pleasure.
I grind myself shamelessly against his lap.
Our connection is like TV static. Loud and confusing. A million buzzing black and white dots flying into each other all at once. It doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t have to. I’m not in control.
And for the first time in my life.
I don’t want to be.
I’ve never felt anything like this.
It feels too good to stop.
Too good to be real.
I’m sure now that I’m not kissing the man who kidnapped me. I don’t have to pretend anymore. Because I really am kissing the man I saw across the street. The one who captured my attention without saying a word.
The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
I’m desperate to give my body to the man who may very well be the one who takes my life.
And right now, I don’t fucking care.
Because in Smoke’s arms, I’ve come alive.
Smoke
I know there’s no limit to what Frankie will do to gain her freedom. As much as I tell her otherwise, I know she’s smart, capable, and I just learned what else she is when she came out into the living room wearing next to nothing.
The girl is cunning as fuck.
She wasn’t waiting for me to toy with her. To mind fuck her past the point of no return. Not when she has a mind-fuck of her own planned.
It’s a show. A scam. I should toss her off me and give her what she doesn’t realize she’s asking for. I should fuck her up her perky little ass without preparing her first and show her that tricks aren’t going to get her anywhere or anything, but truly fucked.
But I don’t. At least not yet. Not when the smell of her fucking wet pussy hits my nostrils and renders me stupid. It’s a mistake to go along with her, but god fucking dammit, mistakes shouldn’t feel this good. I want inside Frankie’s sweet innocent pussy. I want to pound into her with every bit of hatred and desire in my veins.
She’s playing you, and you’re letting her.
Fuck my inner voice. Fuck everything except the here and now. Because in the now, I’ve got a hand threaded through Frankie’s thick, silky mane. I tug on it, and she gasps into my mouth, making my cock jump in response. I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth because I want more of her lush lips and soft tongue.