Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
She didn’t get time to respond or even argue with him as he removed his leather cut. She noticed he placed that on the counter. Like her brother, the leather cut was precious to him. It was his life, and he would die for it.
She turned her attention back to Hunter, to watch him take off his shirt, followed by his pants and his boxer briefs.
Harlow had several tattoos up her arms, but she’d not been able to add any to her collection. She had been wanting some up either side of her body, and even on her thighs and back. Money was tight. Actually, money was nonexistent.
After talking with Raven, she had been trying to figure out how to confront her landlord. She had spoken to a couple of other people living in the building, to discover she was paying twice, if not three times the amount everyone else paid, which pissed her off. She knew it was her age and naivete he’d taken advantage of. Harlow didn’t know if she was going to get her money back. There was always the threat of her brother, but she didn’t want to do that.
Pushing those problems to the back of her mind, she looked at Hunter. He had ink all over his arms, chest, and even down to his thighs. Some of it disappeared, and she knew it was on his back as well. He looked amazing. Harlow had always loved ink. The designs, the art of it … it was why she’d been so determined to have some done.
She knew if her parents could have afforded it, they would have tried to get hers removed. That had never happened. Until she left their home, she had no choice but to keep it covered as it always angered her mother.
“Come here,” Hunter said.
Harlow rebelled against everyone else who gave her an order. What was it about Hunter that made it so easy to follow his command? She wasn’t a doormat. She knew what she was getting herself into. And she went to him willingly.
He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her close, so they were body to body. The hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach.
“Do you trust me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I’ve never been with a virgin, Harlow.” He pressed his face against her neck, and there his lips grazed across the soft flesh that made her ache and whimper. “But I know it’s going to be painful. At least, that’s what all the programs have you believe. Do you want me to go gentle? Do you want me to make love to you? Or do you want to belong to me?”
“I don’t care. Just take it. I don’t want it.”
She let out a scream as Hunter suddenly hauled her over his shoulder and then lifted her off the ground.
“What are you doing? Put me down.” She slapped his ass, not too aggressive, but Hunter wasn’t having any of it, as she suddenly let out a yelp because his hand came down on her ass and swatted at it. “Hey!”
“Slap me, I’ll slap you back.”
He had hit one cheek, but then he did the other. “Only I’ll be sure to make it sting.”
Harlow didn’t know what to do. They were traveling upstairs and she had no choice but to close her eyes as she feared him dropping her and she’d plunge to her death.
She heard a door kick and felt the tension of his body, but then suddenly she was no longer balanced over his shoulder as he placed her on something soft.
Opening her eyes, she saw they were in his bedroom. His face was close to hers. Hunter didn’t say a word as he pushed her back on the bed. So many questions were rushing through her mind, but she didn’t ask one, not as he moved her toward the center and then spread her legs wide.
Hunter knelt between her thighs. “How far have you gone with a guy?”
“Ugh…”
“Harlow!”
“Fine. Fine. I’ve not gone anywhere with them, okay? Nowhere.” She nibbled her lip. “I’ve never even kissed a guy. You were the first guy I kissed.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Why not? Seriously, you know me and you know my brothers.”
“I don’t know your other brothers.”
“But you know George,” she said. She often found it hard to say Big Dick, especially when it came to her brother. She would flit between George, my brother, or Big Dick.
“Fucking cowards,” Hunter said.
“Or they are just preserving their ability to breathe.” She had no idea why she was defending men who didn’t exist. “Besides, have you ever thought that maybe I didn’t want to be with anyone?”
She’d been more focused on dealing with her mother, surviving, and just living. In the past few years, she’d focused on working with Ava, dealing with being broke, and trying to make it work. Men, boys, sex, relationships hadn’t mattered to her.