Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Come after.” It’s not a request. His grip tightens on my knee, and I can’t help but look at him now. “Can I come up?”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. “You ask for permission now?”
“I’ve had someone berating me that I shouldn’t tell but ask.”
I scoff at that. “You just literally told me I have to meet your parents tomorrow for dinner.”
He takes the bullet out of my hand, and I watch it with keen interest as he rubs it against my lips, mesmerized. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated, but I am. What Eli lacks in words, he sometimes makes up for in touch. If I were a woman capable of love, I’d think the way he’s looking at me is as if he’s a man torn between lust and love. But neither of us is capable of that.
As if to prove my point, Eli slowly presses the bullet to the seam of my lips. The tip of it enters, encountering my clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, pushing the deadly object with just enough pressure to force me to unclench my jaw and let him in. My tongue curls around the warm bullet, and he leans in, his thumb now caressing my jaw.
I can’t look away from his all-consuming gaze as he searches mine. What he’s looking for, I’m not entirely sure. I freeze as he brushes his lips against mine, and then his tongue is there, nudging against mine, demanding, imposing as always. Our tongues wrap around the bullet, battling for the upper hand.
I push it into his mouth as he pulls me over the middle console, and I awkwardly straddle his lap. He moves back his seat so there’s enough room for me. A small moan escapes me, and his fingers dig greedily into my ass cheeks in response. Heat floods my core as I rub along his erection, hungry and depraved.
I pull away with a pant, searching his eyes. He spits the bullet to the side, lifting my dress to my waist.
“What if someone sees us?” I breathe.
“You don’t fucking care,” he growls as he grabs the back of my neck. “Besides, the windows are tinted.” He pulls me back in for a kiss, but I resist him. He looks confused.
My pussy is throbbing, and I want so badly to impale myself on his cock. “I’m still going to kill you,” I tell him.
“So you keep saying.” He raises an arrogant brow as his thumb trails over the lace of my underwear and begins to circle my clit. Fuck. My body naturally arches toward him. “But not tonight.”
He pushes my panties to the side and thrusts a finger inside me. My back bows, and I moan as I ride his hand. “We can have a truce, but only for tonight,” I whisper, chasing my own pleasure.
“Call it whatever the fuck you want,” he growls as he inserts another finger, and I groan in pleasure. I’m soaking wet. When I look back down at him, he leans forward, crushing his lips to mine, biting and sucking.
I desperately begin to undo his belt, hungrily needing a release from the adrenaline that spiked from the tension of being in this car with this man.
“So aggressive.” His tone is one of approval as we both awkwardly lift to shove his pants enough to free his cock.
“Shut up,” I breathe, slapping my hand over his mouth and impaling myself on his cock. “Oh fuck!” My head drops back, and Eli bites down hard on my hand.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I begin riding him, my hips rocking back and forth, as I take my rightful fill. I move back a bit too far, honking the horn accidentally, but I don’t give a fuck. Eli’s hand snakes around my back, pulling me closer, and I moan as the pleasure intensifies with the change in angle. His teeth clamp down harder on my hand, most likely hoping it’ll become too painful for me to keep silencing him. But it’s not enough to deter me. In fact, I fucking love it.
When he applies even more pressure, I curse and finally remove my hand, realizing he’s drawn blood. It smears his lips, and I’m as horrified as I am turned on. There’s a beat between us when we assess one another’s approval.
He pulls me in closer as I continue riding him, and his lips find mine again as if his life hinges on it. I can’t stop moaning even as I taste my blood on him. His hands wrap around my throat, pressing the stones from the diamond necklace into my skin and cutting off my airway.
Fuck.
I keep rocking against him, and his thrusts match the rhythm I set. I can’t breathe. And yet, the lightheadedness is adding to my high.
My legs begin to shake as I reach a new, higher peak. He greedily kisses me, taking and taking until I fall over the edge. I can’t even scream as the wave washes over me, and I come on his cock. He lets go of me then, and the rush of air and pure bliss hits me like an avalanche.