Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Fuck no,” he replies with a stern shake of his head. “I said I wouldn’t let him hurt you. This will hurt you.”
“You have to do it!” I’m yelling, but it can’t be helped. I am panicked out of my mind. “He will kill Hailey.” Nothing but pain radiates in my voice when I murmur, “And Lera.”
“Lera is not your responsibility—”
“Yes, she is,” I interrupt, still shouting.
“No, she fucking isn’t,” he fights back, stepping closer. “She is my niece, my blood, and that makes her my responsibility.”
“You made her my responsibility when you brought me here.”
I’m so angry, my hand raises to slap him across the face before I can comprehend how foolish I’m being. Ghost snatches up my wrist, but his grab only slows the movement of my hand. It doesn’t wholly end it.
My slap is barely a fly swat across his cheek, but it doubles the redness of his face. “I’m trying to help you, маленький ягненок. I’m trying to save you, yet you hit me.”
“I don’t want you to save me! I want you to… to…” I no longer know what I want, especially not with him standing inches in front of me. His breath is hot on my skin, his touch burning. I’m lost in the tension, bewildered by every inch of him—his fit, taut body, beautiful eyes, and handsome face. I am trapped. “I want—”
Ghost answers the fiery request I’m too afraid to say out loud with his lips. Our teeth clash when he seals his mouth over mine then spears his tongue between my lips. His kiss is rough and unhinged, painful and blistering.
It represents him to a T.
“Fuck, Little Lamb,” he murmurs over my mouth before dropping his lips to my ear. He bites on the fleshy skin tag before laving it with his tongue. “Is this what you want? Is this what you fucking need?”
Not waiting for me to answer, he crowds me against the now-closed bathroom door and lifts me until my legs curl around his waist, his lips never leaving mine. He kisses and licks the soft skin under my earlobe before his focus shifts to my thrusting chest.
“Tell me to stop.” He’s not looking at me, so he can’t see my head shake, but his finger traces the lace on my bra peeking out the top of my nightgown, nevertheless. “He will kill you if you don’t.”
“He’s going to kill me no matter what.” Ghost’s eyes lift to mine when I murmur, “This way, at least I’ll die happy.”
I touched myself the night he stormed out in anger, hopeful it would prove it wasn’t his touch I craved.
My efforts didn’t arouse a single tingle.
Nothing can replicate the sparks his attention shoots through me, not even when he is doing something as cruel as gripping my throat.
When Ghost spots the honesty in my eyes, he mutters, “Then I better make it worthwhile.”
Before I can comprehend what he means, he hoists me up the door, drags my panties to the side like I did only minutes ago, then rubs his stubble over my aching slit.
My thighs tremor when he growls against my heated skin, “We’ll die happy.”
I don’t reply. I can’t. I can do nothing but clamp my thighs around his head in response to him spearing his tongue inside me. I gasp, then jump a little, shocked by the sensitivity bombarding me. I feel hot and cold at the same time, and a blistering of stars is forming in front of my eyes.
A smile shines through Ghost’s eyes when he peers up at me over my erratically thrusting chest. His lips arch high before he devotes the focus of his tongue to my clit.
“Ohhh…” I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting like hell not to reach the high notes. His attention has me wanting to sing, but I can’t hold a note to save my life.
I crawl up the wall when my endeavor to bite back my moans triples Ghost’s efforts to unravel me. He pushes his thumb down on my clit before swiveling it. His hands on me feel ten times better than my own, not to mention the stabs of his tongue as he rams it in and out of me.
Some of the blast must have ripped through his mouth as his tongue is calloused on one side. It adds to the sensation making me a giddy, sweaty mess.
“Gh-Ghost,” I stutter, feeling out of control and worried. “I’m… I can’t… I’m meant to please you.”
“Then please me, маленький ягненок. Come on my face like a good little slut.”
I don’t know what turns me on more, his filthy mouth or the finger he pushes inside me. Slowly and painfully, he stuffs the fat digit in deep, furls the tips, then hits my clit with rapid-fired licks of his tongue.