Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
At some point, the hall outside goes quiet, and my door stops vibrating on its hinges. Ron has given up.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I hear Dane’s voice at the door. It takes a second for me to realize that it’s not coming through my phone.
“Let me in, Abigail.”
I have to grab the doorknob to haul myself up onto my shaking legs, but I manage to unlock the door. It swings open to reveal my dark god, his heartbreaking face drawn in sharp, vicious lines of rage.
But his hands are gentle when he cups my cheeks, inspecting my face for signs of injury.
“He didn’t hurt me,” I say through numb lips. “I hurt him. That’s why he was so angry.”
Dane steps inside and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me into my bedroom in a few long, confident strides and lays me down on my bed. It’s small, but he wraps his massive body around mine and pulls me close enough that we both fit.
I’m shaking, and he strokes my body in soothing caresses, imbuing me with his steady warmth.
After a while, my breaths come easier, and I melt into him, utterly wrung out and exhausted.
“Tell me what happened.” It’s a low order, and I’m compelled to reply.
“Ron cornered me in the laundry room again. I told him to leave me alone, but he wouldn’t.”
“Did he touch you?” The question rumbles like thunder.
“He…kissed me.” I manage to speak through the nausea that surges at the visceral memory of his rank breath.
Dane’s fingers flex into my arms, his entire body tensing with unspent violence.
“But I fought him off.” Dimly, I marvel at the fact. I still can’t believe I managed to kick him instead of freezing.
But I didn’t freeze. I didn’t let him take advantage of my body.
And it’s all because of Dane. Because in my most panicked moment, I thought of him, and I knew he would never allow another man to touch me.
He wasn’t there to save me, so I had to save myself.
I did it for him.
I did it for me.
“I’m yours,” I promise, turning to face him so that he can read the depth of my devotion in my open gaze.
His eyes burn with emerald flames, and his hand curves around my nape. “I’ll take care of this, Abigail. I’ll take care of you.”
“I know. I trust you. I…”
I trail off, holding back the words that tease at the tip of my tongue. It’s too soon to say them, even if they run through my mind like a litany.
“I need you,” I say instead.
His lips are hot on mine, and I open for him on a sigh. I welcome him into my mouth with a flick of my tongue, urging him to claim me more deeply. In the aftermath of the assault, I need to feel connected to my fierce protector. I need to bind him to me, to join our bodies as closely as our souls.
I tear at his clothes in a frenzy, and his hands fist in my camisole. After a few feverish minutes, we’re both naked. He touches my pussy, and we both discover than I’m already wet for him. My body will always be ready for him, eager to join with him.
He reaches for his discarded pants and grabs a condom from his wallet. He sheaths his thick cock as he looms over me. I reach for him, tracing the harsh line of his cheekbone and the tight set of his jaw. His nostrils flare with desire, and he shudders at my tender touch.
I’m powerless to resist this man, my master, but I hold power over him too. It goes straight to my head, intoxicating. My fingers twine in his thick, black hair, and he allows me to tug him in for a fierce kiss.
His cock nudges my inner thigh, and I spread myself wide for him.
“Take me,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”
He eases into me in a deliciously slow slide, and my legs wrap around his hips. My fingernails bite into his shoulders, urging him closer, deeper, harder.
He groans into my neck and breathes me in, as though he can’t get enough of my scent.
For the first time, there aren’t any kinky games. There’s no darkness between us. There’s only carnal passion and fierce possessiveness as we lay claim to each other’s bodies. I mark him with my nails, and he marks me with his teeth.
He pumps into me, his sculpted ass tight beneath my insistent heels as I drive him deeper.
Warmth floods my body, a painful heat. He’s seared into my soul, my heart.
“I love you,” I confess. “I love you, Dane.”
His eyes flash, and his jaw goes slack with something like wonder.
Then he gnashes his teeth, and his handsome face contorts into something almost feral. He slams into me, lighting up my body with pleasure and sweet pain.