Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh,” I rumble. “What were you doing at Vixen, Aspen?”
“Nothing,” she finally says. “I was just checking it out. Becs scored an invite with a plus one and asked me to come along. Up until we walked down the stairs and some woman handed me a menu of . . . experiences, I thought we were going to some exclusive nightclub.”
“So, you were just checking it out?”
“What’s it to you?” she asks, her voice becoming breathy as her bun comes loose. Her long chestnut hair unravels, tumbling down between us, the tips plunging into the cool water. “How do you know about that club?”
“I make it my business to know about every club in the city.”
“And Austin? I suppose you’re going to try and tell me that you both know about this mysterious club and aren’t frequent flyers?” she asks, releasing my hand as her chest heaves with heavy breaths.
“What Austin does with his spare time is his business,” I say, releasing her waist as I take hold of her long hair to pull it out of the water, only I’m struck with another memory of the woman, of winding my hand into her thick hair—hair that was up in a long ponytail just like Aspen’s.
I scoop her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward just enough to be hit with the scent of her perfume, and I pause, recognizing that smell, only the last time I smelled it, it was mixed with the scent of arousal.
Her arousal?
“And you?” she goes on, not noticing the way my body stiffens with horror as all the fucking pieces begin to fall into place. Her hair. Her waist. Her wrist. Her perfume. There are too many similarities to be coincidental.
My heart lurches in my chest, horror gripping me in a chokehold.
Holy fuck. What have I done?
Aspen wasn’t just checking out the club last night. She was the woman in the dark room. She was the woman I spent the night sinking into. She’s the woman who had me falling apart, who had me coming harder than I ever had before.
No.
I take a hasty step back, my heart pounding so fucking hard in my chest, it threatens to destroy me.
Not only did I fuck Aspen Ryder, my best friend’s little sister, I took her virginity. I clutched onto the two wristbands—white and red—and shamelessly claimed them both.
How could I not know it was her?
I start retracing every second of last night, wondering how the fuck she ended up in my private room. Out of all the women who could have wandered in there last night, why did it have to be her? And why did being inside her have to be the best fucking feeling in the world?
The way she fit me, the way she took me.
Fuck.
We’ve crossed a line, one we can’t come back from. I thought viewing her through the security feed was going to destroy me, but actually knowing what it feels like to be inside her, how it feels when her tight little cunt shatters around me, how she tastes and sounds when she comes . . . FUCK!
Aspen turns, looking up at me with those trusting eyes, and it’s clear she has no fucking idea the man she was with last night was me. That change in her today, the reason she’s filled with newfound confidence and glowing like a fucking angel is because of me, because I took something from her—her purity. Her virginity. I took it without a second thought.
Stolen in the dead of night. I robbed her blind.
How the hell could I let this happen?
A moment that she’s looking back on with absolute bliss is anything but. It’s a lie. A betrayal.
I fucked her raw, made her come three times—once on my tongue and the others on my cock. I robbed her of her virginity and then bent her over and emptied myself inside of her without a second of hesitation.
Shit!
Aspen is my innocent Little Bird.
Austin is going to kill me.
Aspen inches toward me, her brows furrowed, and with every step she takes, my heart thunders just a little bit faster. “Are you okay?” she asks, deep concern flashing in her eyes, and I realize that I can never let her know. It’s one thing for her to explore her sexual boundaries in my club, but if she ever found out that we were together, that I was the man she gave her virginity to, things will never be the same.
I will go on knowing that I will never find a woman who can compare to the way she made me feel last night, but I don’t want that for her. We were like fire together. The chemistry that burned between our bodies was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She responded to my every touch as though we were made to fit together. But it can never happen again, and she can never know.