Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Shit, look at me going all soft. Don’t tell me that after years of bullshit that has turned my brittle heart to stone, I suddenly fall in love, not once, but four times, and now I lack the ability to make them bleed. If it were anyone but my four guys, they’d already be dead and buried six feet underground.
Crap. I have to figure myself out. Maybe it’s just this day. I mean, how many people get to attend their own funeral? It’s not the easiest thing to witness. It was like having a bucket of ice water tipped over my head, forcing me back to reality. Add Ember’s bullshit plus the off-putting compliments thrown at me from Danforth and Montgomery and it’s definitely been a weird day.
A throat clears in my doorway and I stop struggling with the red dress and turn around to find Grayson leaning up against the door frame. His eyes rake up and down my body, the hunger deep within them making me crave for everything we once had.
“Can I help you?” I question, my eyes hardening, despite the love I feel for him, even more so since hearing what he had to say during the funeral.
He pushes off the door frame and starts walking deeper into my closet. “No,” he rumbles, his voice so damn low and filled with fire. “But it sure looks like I can help you.”
Not a word is said as my eyes darken with lust. Need slams through me and I take a deep breath, unable to control the pure desperation that has him moving in even closer, his familiar scent wrapping around me.
Grayson reaches down and pulls a knife from his pocket, his eyes never leaving mine. He steps right into me, his chest pressing against my arm as he dips his head down to my ear. The tip of the blade rests against my waist and he slowly drags it across the red latex. “I saw the look in your eyes when I shot that guard,” he murmurs, the vibrations from his chest making me squirm below his intense hold. “It turned you on.”
“What can I say?” I whisper. “I’m fucked in the head, just like you.”
A soft groan pulls from the back of his throat, almost as if my words were exactly what he wanted to hear. He raises his hand and brushes his fingers down the side of my face until they’re dropping to my collarbone. He pushes my hair back over my shoulder and then trails over it until the back of his knuckles are sailing down my back, not stopping until his hand is gripping my ass with a forcefulness that takes my breath away.
The knife at my waist travels down the front of my body and I can’t take my eyes off it, wondering why the fuck I want him to cut me so badly, but he’d never.
He keeps going down until I feel the cool blade sitting high on my inner thigh. “I’m going to fuck you, Ellie,” he tells me, his tone demanding no arguments. “I’m going to slice this fucking dress right off your goddamn body and then fuck you until you scream so loud that the neighbors really do think you’re dead. Got it? You’re not going to stop me. You’re not going to cry betrayal. You’re going to fucking take it and you’re going to love it.”
My knees go weak. It’s like music to my ears.
Fuck, I need him so bad, but if it’s a boss he wants in the boardroom and a bitch in the bed, then damn him, I’ll give it to him.
I don’t get a second to respond before he flicks his wrist and the knife between my legs sails right up my body, slicing through the red latex like butter. I suck in a gasp, my heart racing with desire as the dress falls to pieces with not a drop of blood in sight.
I barely get a second to recover before Grayson is at my back, his rough fingers digging into my bare skin so damn tight that they’re bound to leave a mark, but hell, if this guy is promising me a night of unbelievable rough fuckery, then I want the marks to wake up to in the morning so I can replay every damn second of it over and over again.
Fuck being mad at him, if this is his way of making it up to me, then I’ll take it a million times over.
He pushes me hard and I fall forward, catching myself on a low shelf, but before I can straighten myself up, Grayson’s hand is pressing against my back, keeping me bent over as his other hand comes down in a hard, stinging slap on my ass, making my pussy flood with need.