Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Tell her to get out here, now,” I demand.
“I’m sorry, sir. She requested you not enter the premises,” one of her men says. I don’t know or care which one he is.
“Get out here, Anya, before I break their legs!” I shout.
The front door flies open, and there she is, dressed in red, as usual. Her hair is pulled into a bun, as it always is, and her face is makeup free. She still looks like perfection… and royally pissed. She smiles evilly and flings my car keys in my direction. I snatch them out of the air.
I don’t even care about my car.
“As much as I like you livid like this and want to fuck you while the fire burns in your eyes, you’re acting like a psychopath right now.”
I knew it was a good call not to bring my mother around right now. Because the truth is, I fucking love the psycho in Anya.
“You like them old now?” Anya taunts. I try to hide my smile, because in a million years I didn’t believe Anya’s jealousy could be this unhinged.
“The woman you heard in the car is my mother.”
Anya doesn’t seem fazed. She just eyes me.
“I would like you to meet her.”
She scoffs. “I didn’t agree to meet your mother. Now, get the fuck off my property.” She turns and walks back inside, and her guards step in front of me, blocking my path to her, as she slams the door. I lick my lips. It’s obvious my little she-devil will have to be broken in other ways. I’m going to have to fuck the brat out of her. And I have every intention of breaking into her home tonight to do just that. Preferably after my mother falls asleep.
CHAPTER 39
Anya
Iwake to unusual noises, which is weird considering everyone in the house should be asleep. Sitting up in bed, I notice my bedroom door is open, and my men know not to enter without a knock.
I open the drawer of my bedside table and reach for the gun I have stored there, but before I can touch it, a hand covers mine and pulls it away.
“Now, that’s no way to treat a guest in your home.” River’s voice echoes through my room, and before I can think better of it, I throw myself at him and hope to God I hit him. My room is almost completely dark; blackout curtains block the light from outside, and the only illumination comes from a dim light down the hall that seeps in through the doorway.
“You’re feisty tonight,” he says. I try to hit him, but he just chuckles, and somehow we tumble off the bed. On the way down, he turns us so he takes the worst of the fall, ending up on his back beneath me.
“I see you were waiting for me,” he growls as his hands slide up and down my naked body. I pound on his chest, but he doesn’t seem to care. Then I lean forward to bite him, and the lights suddenly go on.
“Miss,” Clay says, and River flips me so he’s covering me with his body, and my head hits the floor.
“Get the fuck out,” River growls, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at his boldness; as if he has any right to tell anyone what to do in my home. When his gaze moves back to me, he leans in. “Tell your men to leave, now.”
I keep my smile in place as I answer him. “No.”
He reaches for something, and I don’t take notice until I hear a gunshot.
“Did you just shoot at my men?” I question, trying to see over his shoulder.
“Next time I won’t miss. Now, tell them to leave.”
“Get off me.”
“No, you’re naked.” As he says it, his other hand slips between us and to my pussy. “Tell them before I shoot again.” His eyes are on me but his gun is pointed at my men. “It’s become apparent to me today that I have to fuck the brat out of you. I have a feeling they won’t like how I’m about to handle you.”
“Leave,” I tell them.
“Are you sure, miss?” Vance asks, concern lacing his voice.
“She’s sure. And when you hear her screaming, do not come back in.”
“Bit cocky there, aren’t you?” I taunt.
He leans down and bites my bottom lip before he takes it in his mouth and sucks it. When the door shuts, the gun he was holding drops and he lets go of my lip before he pulls away, his body leaving mine as I lie on the floor with him now above me.
“You’ve left a lasting impression on my mother, and not in a good way,” he tells me, his gaze tracing my body. I can feel my nipples harden at the attention. “That was very, very bad of you.” He pulls his belt free from his trousers, and with his other hand he flips me over so I’m on my stomach. And before I can say a thing, his belt comes down hard on my ass.