Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes. We need to talk. Clear the air between us.”
She doesn’t look convinced—and I can’t blame her after the way I’ve treated her, which she obviously doesn’t understand. There is no way for her to fully understand my need to push her away. Tangling herself in my web means many things, even death, and I don’t want that for her. I don’t want my enemies to become hers by association.
Taking her by the hips, I pull her in, my hunger for her stirring to life. Already. Every possessive instinct I have sinks its claws into my skin when she looks at me the way she is now. Like I’m the superhero that’s come to save her from the villainous monster. Doesn’t she know by now I’m the bad guy?
“I thought if I didn’t see you or talk to you, maybe I’d forget you existed. I’d forget how much I wanted you, but it’s impossible.” I trace her jawline with my fingers before tipping her chin upward, aligning our mouths. “I’m obsessed with you. Your essence, the air you breathe. You are mine. Nobody else’s, ever.”
Anything she wants to say is silenced as I seal my lips against her tentative ones. I kiss her softly, because I might have to take her against this grimy brick wall otherwise, and even I have my limits. I’d rather get her home and unwrap her beneath the silk sheets. She deserves more than to be fucked in some dirty alleyway.
One of the drivers brings the SUV around, and I help her inside before climbing in behind her.
“I still can’t believe we did that,” she whispers once we’ve pulled away from the curb. In the glow from streetlights, her flushed cheeks are clearly visible.
“You’re always going to be a good girl, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. You’re stripping her away a little at a time.” Her teeth sink into her lip before she looks out the window, away from me.
“What’s the matter? There’s no way anybody saw us.” I can joke all I want, but this is real for her. She’s still so inexperienced.
“It isn’t that.”
I rub her bare knee. “Remember, I don’t want you hiding things. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“Him.” She turns her head in time for me to see the way she rolls her eyes. “I don’t want to say his name. Maybe we took it too far.”
I know better than to think this has to do with lingering feelings for him. She couldn’t possibly want him now that I’ve been inside her. “He treated you like shit. He deserves worse than a phone call while we’re fucking.”
“I hate to think of him retaliating somehow.” She releases a heavy sigh. “And just because he was a piece of shit boyfriend doesn’t mean I want to sink to his level. Rubbing it in, you know? That’s not me.”
This would piss me off to no end if it wasn’t for her kind heart being the reason she’s concerned. Despite everything he put her through, she cares about his feelings. To think, this angel is mine.
“He’ll get over it in time,” I insist, pulling her close. “We won’t rub it in again. Does that help?”
“It does. I don’t want to think about him anymore.” She won’t get any arguments out of me. Besides, I have more important things on my mind, such as how I’m going to keep her with me forever.
Once at the house, she goes to her room for a shower while I tag along behind, practically salivating at the sight of her swaying ass.
“Be right in,” I promise, loosening my tie and kicking off my shoes while she steps into the bathroom. When the sound of the shower greets my ears, I start my search.
She’s on the pill, or so she told me when I asked. Where would she keep them? Somewhere nearby, somewhere she won’t forget. A quick look through the purse she left on the dresser leads nowhere. I go to the nightstand and open the drawer, blocking it with my body in case she comes out.
Jackpot. Inside are three small, rectangular packages, one stacked on top of the other. I open the one on top to find her pills inside, then reach for my phone to take a photo that I send in a text to one of my contacts.
There’s something to be said for keeping a disgraced doctor in my circle. You never know when you’ll need a favor, and this guy has a talent for scoring anything I could dream up.
Me: I need a supply of sugar pills. Here’s the brand name we’re replacing. Three months’ worth. ASAP.
By the time I’ve finished stripping out of my clothes, my cell pings with an incoming text.
Him: Give me till the middle of next week.
“Callum?” Bianca’s voice floats my way through the closed door. “You coming?”