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)
King scoffs, his gaze hardening just a fraction. “Then you don’t know me as well as you think you do,” he murmurs, his lips resting just by my ear. “I don’t give in. Ever.”
“Really?” I question, dropping my fingers to his thigh and slowly dragging them up his jeans. “So, you just want to go about your day being pissy at me, pushing me away and glaring at me from across tables? There’s nothing you could possibly want from me?”
He swallows hard, knowing exactly what I’m putting on offer, but his stubbornness knows no bounds. “Nope. Nothing.”
My fingers dip into the front of his jeans and I pop the button before slowly unzipping his fly. “Nothing at all?” I whisper, dropping to my knees while keeping my heated stare on his. My tongue slips out and trails along my bottom lip, the hunger to taste him nearly killing me. “Just say the word and it’s all yours.”
He clenches his jaw, groaning in frustration as he combs his fingers into my hair, his eyes completely giving him away. “You’re impossible, Winter.”
I shake my head, reaching inside his undone jeans and freeing his cock, slowly gliding my fingers up and down his velvety skin. I move in even closer, letting my soft breath brush against his cock. “Admit defeat and I’ll give you exactly what you want and we can go back to how it used to be, fucking every night, your arms around me and your beautiful cock slamming deep inside me over and over again. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as he tips his head back, stealing that perfect gaze away from me. “You know that apologies don’t come easily to me.”
“I’m not asking you to apologize,” I murmur, spreading my knees wider on the tiles. “Just admit that I won.”
“Babe,” he says, his eyes coming back to mine with a newfound eagerness, desire, and overwhelming love. “You won the second you moved to Ravenwood Heights. You had me from the very beginning. There’s no fucking question over who won because when it comes to you and me, you will win every fucking time, undoubtedly. I am yours, Winter. I always will be.”
Holy. Crap.
Warmth swirls within me and despite how badly both King and I want his cock in my mouth, we need to fulfill this emotional connection first. He bends down and scoops me up into his warm hands and places my ass down on the kitchen counter, his lips coming down on mine in the same second.
He kisses me deeply and as the seconds tick by, he pulls away, keeping his forehead pressed gently against mine. “I wish things could have been different. If there was a way that we could have saved them without hurting you, I would have—”
“Shhhh,” I whisper, pressing my finger against his lips. “I know, but there was no other way. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You did what you had to do, and I respect the strength it took to make it happen. Those twins will forever see you as their hero. You sacrificed everything that was important to you to save them, and they will never forget that.”
“They better not,” he mutters as a soft smile plays on his warm lips, enticing me back in. I crush my own against them and kiss him deeply, wordlessly reminding him that we’re okay—we all are.
His hands circle my waist and he drags me across the counter until I’m practically falling off the edge, my pussy pressed right up against him. I feel his grin against my lips and it’s absolutely everything that I’ve been needing.
Fuck, I’ve really missed this playful version of King. He’s been so damn serious over the past few days, and don’t get me wrong, a broody King is sexy as fuck, but a playful one is everything a girl could need.
His fingers dig into the sides of my sweatpants and just as he goes to tear them down my legs, the softest creak comes from the adjoining living room, a room where absolutely nobody should be.
“Fucking hell,” King growls in frustration before tearing away from me and leaving me with an intense case of female blue balls. What even is that? Blue bean? “Go to the dining room. Now.”
King flies out of the room and I jump down from the counter, preparing myself for a fight as I run back toward the dining room, my heart racing a million miles an hour, and my mind somehow traveling even faster.
It has to be Paris. She’s come for me. There’s no other explanation, no other threats that have the stupidity to walk into my home unannounced. She’s fucking crazy.
I go skidding into the dining room and three heads snap up in unison, but I don’t stop. I keep racing toward the long hallway table that runs directly across from the massive table. “What’s wrong?” Carver rushes out, already on his feet.