Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My fingers dig into his back as he sends me spiraling toward an orgasm. Everything inside shrinks. I can't even focus on one sensation before another stabs into that shrinking ball of everything I am. My hips lift to meet his, again and again.
"Starlight," he groans against my breast. "I've never loved anything the way I love you."
His words send me hurtling over the edge. I cry out, exploding around him. Pleasure tears through me savagely, leaving me sobbing in bliss as my toes curl and my back arches.
Constantine shouts my name, his hips slamming into mine a final time. He cries out, his erection jerking inside of me as he comes, too. My muscles clenches around him, my orgasm prolonged by his. It seems to go on forever. He moans above me, his fingers digging into my hips and his hard body pressed tightly to mine, sheltering me through the storm.
We collapse at the same time. He lands against me, his head nestled between my breasts. His heart thunders like a thousand hooves against my stomach. Neither of us speaks. There are no words to describe this moment.
Until he finds them. He lifts his head, his hazel eyes meeting mine. The joy shining there takes my breath away.
"We were made for this, starlight," he whispers. "Me and you."
Chapter Nine
Constantine
"Dad!" Aurora flies down the front steps toward her father, completely skipping the bottom one in her haste to get to him. She hits him like a tiny missile, knocking him back a step.
"Aurora," he growls, closing his arms around her and dragging her up against his broad chest.
She clings to him, sobbing the same way she did when I carried her out of that fucking house of horrors last night. I plant my feet and shove my hands into my pockets, fighting like hell to keep myself where I am and let them have this moment. They deserve it. After everything they've been through, they need time together.
Chris lifts his gaze to look at me over his daughter's head, the porch light illuminating the unshed tears hanging bright in his pale blue eyes. He and Aurora look so much alike that it's unnerving.
"Thank you," he mouths.
I jerk my chin in a nod as Dimitri strides up the steps toward me.
"Dillon just called," he murmurs, his voice pitched low. "They arrested Millie about two hours ago."
"Has she talked?"
He jerks his head toward the house, indicating for me to follow him.
I step inside after him, curious as hell about what he doesn't want Chris and Aurora to overhear. Whatever it is, I've known him long enough to know it's not good if he wants to discuss it in private.
"She talked," he says as soon as I'm over the threshold. "I don't know how you want to handle this, but she claims that Chris's brother, Brady, is the one she's been working with."
I whip my head in his direction. "You're fucking kidding me. His own brother? Her uncle?"
He nods, his expression grim. My blood doesn't boil at his confirmation. It turns frosty with ice-cold rage.
"Dillon was surprised to hear he was alive. Apparently, everyone thought he was dead. I guess he caused a lot of problems for Jude's MC a while back and then disappeared. They assumed he was killed by the rival MC he double-crossed."
"Clearly fucking not." I run a hand over my head, wishing the MC had dealt with the fucker when he disappeared. Because he's a serious goddamn problem. He hurt Aurora.
If Millie isn't just trying to save her own ass and Brady really is involved, I'm going to kill him. Doesn't matter if he's Aurora's uncle or not. Actually, that's precisely why he's going to die by my hand. He's her blood, one of the people in this world who should have been protecting her. Instead, he callously risked her life. He left her to die with those motherfuckers so he could make a few quick bucks off his brother.
No one deserves to live less than he does. Anything could have happened to her! He's fucking lucky it didn't. Carmona and his cartel have a long, sordid history of selling women. Of hurting them.
"Millie claims she doesn't know where he is," Dimitri says. "But Dante is already looking. Figured you would want to handle it before Dillon manages to find him."
"Yep." I shake my head. "Jesus. Her own fucking uncle, man."
"It's always fucked when it's family, isn't it?"
He would know. Snow's stepmother tried to murder her more than once. It's a special kind of twisted when your own family betrays you for something as simple as money.
"Fuck. This is going to break her heart." It's bad enough that someone she's known her whole life helped execute her abduction, but this? She's so fucking strong. But how much more is she supposed to take before she breaks? She may have a warrior's spirit, but she has a gentle heart.