Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
There’s a short pause and I find myself holding my breath. “I DON’T GIVE A FUCK,” Carver roars down the line. “The bitch already has a bullet between her eyes, so you can either refund me my five mil, or you can get me a new girl.”
Cruz’s hands fall to my shoulders as I notice Grayson discreetly stepping into my side, but I’m far too caught up in Carver’s conversation to work that mystery out. “Do you think I give a shit that you’re at your brother’s funeral? You have two fucking days to get me a new girl or I’m taking my business elsewhere.”
And just like that, Carver ends the call and walks back out of the living room, knowing damn well that he has four sets of eyes tracking his every movement. His stare comes back to mine, and a furious scowl sits upon his delicious lips. “Two fucking days,” he tells me. “You better have a solid plan put in place, otherwise, I’m out.”
I nod, and before another word can come flying out of my mouth, Carver takes off toward the home gym. No doubt in a desperate bid to work me out of his system.
CHAPTER 13
I toss and turn, throwing the blankets off before instantly scrambling for them and pulling them back up. I groan, grunt, and sigh. Tonight fucking sucks. I’d do anything to just fall into a peaceful sleep but all I can seem to think about is what’s going to happen when I face Sam Delacourt again.
I’m not ready.
Fuck it, I am ready.
Shit.
I’ve been going back and forth for hours, trying to figure out how the fuck I’m going to pull this off. I don’t even know where he’s going to be or if I’ll have the strength to go through with it. He’s the man who was responsible for locking me in a dark, cold cell, and I won’t stop until he’s had what’s coming to him, but when it actually comes to facing him, I’m terrified that I’m going to crumble. My only saving grace is that the boys are going to have my back.
What if Sam’s men outnumber us? I know the guys have ridiculously impossible skills that are equally as deadly as they are impressively sexy, but at the end of the day, they’re only human like me. They’re not superheroes no matter how many times they defy the odds. They’re just like me which means they can bleed, and when you can bleed, you can die, and if anything were to happen to them, I’d never forgive myself.
“You’re thinking too hard,” King murmurs, curling his arm around me and pulling me in tighter against his chest, making me feel like complete shit for disturbing his sleep, but on the other hand, watching the hard lines of his handsome face soften with sleep is one of the best things I will ever experience. “Just relax. It’s going to be alright.”
“Sorry,” I grumble, snuggling my face into the pillow. “I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just … I can’t—”
“Sleep,” he finishes for me, pulling his arm back and rolling us until he’s hovering above me, his body weight braced against his elbow as he stares down at me. He dips his head, gently brushing his lips over mine in a rare show of emotion. “I hate that I can’t help you. I’d do anything to be able to ease your mind.”
“I know,” I whisper, twining my arms up around his neck as my legs hook around his waist, holding him to me as close as possible. “I’d give anything for you to be able to do it too. I hate that Carver was the one who came fully equipped with the magical touch. Why’d it have to be him?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he murmurs as I feel him hardening against my pussy.
I slip my hand down between us and curl my fingers around his large cock. He’s already satisfied me more than enough tonight, but who am I to say no to a perfectly good opportunity like this? Our clothes are already long gone, my shirt dangling from the corner of the dresser as his pants lay strewn across the bedroom floor.
I start pumping my hand up and down his heavy cock, loving the feel of the thick veins beneath my fingers, and just as it always does whenever I touch him, my pussy floods with need. King adjusts himself above me and just how I like it, he pulls himself free from my hand and slides his thick cock deep inside my aching pussy.
He fills me, stretching my walls and making me groan as he pushes all the way in, hitting me right at my deepest point. King pauses there, allowing both of us a heated second to get used to the feel of him deep inside me. My arms tighten around his neck, drawing him down to me just as his lips press against mine, his cock flinches and I moan into his mouth.