Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
And then I feel it. A sharp sting as she sinks her teeth into my chest. At the same time, Heather’s mouth tightens around me, her teeth grazing dangerously.
I yell out in surprise and pain, pushing them off me and staggering back in the water. But they’re faster than I am. They circle me like sharks, their laughter harsh and mocking against the crashing waves.
“Did you really think it would be that easy, Sebastian?” Heather sneers, her beauty marred by her malicious smirk.
June’s eyes flash with delight as she sees the dawning comprehension on my face. “You took something from us,” she hisses, “Now we’re taking something from you.”
“What are you talking about?” I demand. “I didn’t take anything from you!”
The only sounds are their heavy breaths and the roaring of the ocean. Heather lunges at me, clawing at my chest with her sharp nails. I struggle to hold her off, but it’s like trying to hold back a hurricane. She’s too powerful.
June stays back, just watching, her eyes cold and unblinking.
I wrestle Heather off me long enough to take a desperate gulp of air, but she’s back on me in seconds, sinking her teeth into my shoulder. I cry out in agony, and out of the corner of my eye I see June moving toward us.
“No,” she says quietly. “It’s my turn.”
Heather releases me with a growl. Her lips are red with my blood, and she wipes them off with the back of her hand as she backs away.
June steps forward, her eyes gleaming eerily. She traces her fingers along my torso, leaving red trails of blood behind. “You have no idea what you’ve brought upon yourself, Sebastian,” she whispers.
I try to break free from her grip, but it’s futile. She’s too strong, too ruthless. She tightens her fingers around my neck, cutting off my air supply. Panic sets in as I gasp for breath.
I glance across the beach, desperately searching for help, but there’s no one in sight. We’re alone here—just me, the ocean, and these two dangerous women.
A wicked smile plays on June’s lips as she watches my struggle. “You should have stayed away,” she taunts, pressing her nails deeper into my skin.
My world starts to blur at the edges as I continue to fight for breath. My heart pounds with a dread-filled rhythm matching that of the rolling waves.
And then I see it.
A flash of silver in Heather’s hand.
I gasp as the blade sinks into—
My eyes jerk open as the cool waves roll onto my body.
I’m lying on the sand. Clothes still on. Heart beating wildly.
Heather? June?
Nowhere to be found.
My hands are trembling, my flesh covered in goosebumps.
Images swirl inside my mind. Heather. June. Blood. A silver blade.
What the hell is going on with me?
Neither of them is a threat. In fact, I like Heather. A lot.
Why would...
Fuck.
I haven’t had this kind of reaction since...
No. Can’t go there.
Absolutely cannot. I’ve dealt with enough ghosts. Some of them just have to stay buried.
EPISODE 183
WEDDING PLANS
Ariel
I jerk upward in bed at a tickling feeling between my legs.
Then I remember.
I’m in Alex’s suite.
We made love last night—and yes, it was making love, for sure—and then we fell asleep in his decadent bed.
My legs are spread, and Alex is between them, licking me as if I’m his last meal.
And it feels better than a cool breeze on a scorching Alabama afternoon.
My mind is in a whirl, a whirl of heat and desire. Every lick sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. Each stroke of his tongue against my sensitive flesh makes me shiver.
It’s morning, and the sun’s rays shine through the window overlooking the bed.
“Alex,” I gasp out.
He responds with a hum, and the vibrations feel like lightning bolts crashing into me.
He moves his hands up to cup my breasts as he continues to feast on me.
Is this what marriage to Alex will be like?
He wakes me up every morning by eating me for breakfast?
I can learn to live with that.
I whimper when he stops and crawls forward. But then he kisses me, and his tongue tastes like me. And him. And us.
He thrusts his cock into me, his hazels full of desire as he locks his gaze with mine.
“Good morning,” he says, the words rumbling out of him like a lion’s purr.
“Good morning,” I breathe back, threading my fingers through his hair.
I love his weight on top of me, a heady mix of strength and dominance.
He thrusts, thrusts, thrusts...
And within another minute, I’m coming so hard that I arch my back off the bed and clutch onto him, digging into his muscled back and wrapping my legs around him to pull him deeper.
He groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck as he continues to fuck me.
And what a fuck it is.
He goes faster, faster, faster...until his breath hitches. “Fuck, Ariel.”