Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
"I can promise that, but—-"
"But what, dammit?"
"But have you forgotten I'm pseudopsychopathic, and not suicidal?"
The way she doesn't even batt an eyelash while saying this tells me she's serious, and I'm not sure whether I'm damn lucky or just damned by God to have fallen in love with someone like her.
"And besides, I'm not really that easy to kill, you know?"
God.
How does she fucking kill me every time she says something? How is she so damn cute and crazy at the same time? I make my mind up then and there to tell her I love her, but before I can even say a word—-
"I really don't like seeing you sad and hurt like this," Kayra mutters.
Those words sound a little too human for her, so maybe instead of telling her I love her, it might be more appropriate to ask her if she's feeling well?
"Will it help if we fuck?" she asks with utter seriousness.
Then again, maybe it's also best I let nature take its course, and so if my darling Kayra thinks fucking will help ease my sadness and hurt—-
"Yes," I say in equal seriousness. "I think it will, and the sooner, the better, too."
Chapter Ten
The bar owner's gaze turns sly when he sees Rake practically leaping off the stool and dragging me away with him with so much haste he's making it seem like both of us are about to poop at any moment. Most of the other customers we walk past also gape at us, and the way their expressions shift from recognition (Rake) to shock (me) is telling. Practically everyone here seems to know Rake one way or another, and I have a feeling news of us being together will have his world (FBI) and mine (mafia) turn upside-down even before this day is over.
Rake looks more determined than sad as he takes me to a narrow hallway at the back, and while I'm startled to find the establishment family-friendly enough to have a changing room—-
I'm not surprised at all when said changing room is where Rake takes me, and he wastes no time either in locking the door behind us.
The room is small but remarkably spic and span. A mirror spans one length of the entire wall, and of the same length under it is a counter with two sinks and a changing area between those.
A gasp of surprise escapes me when Rake suddenly pushes me against the counter, and our gazes lock with each other through the mirror. Another moment passes, and both of us are already doing our best to get the appropriate parts naked as quickly as possible.
I just want to get rid of my jeans, Rake just wants his cock out of his, and oooooooooh.
"How the fuck are you this wet already?" Rake groans as his cock thrusts smoothly inside of me from behind.
I honestly have no idea how to answer him, and I don't think I'd have been able to speak even if I did. It's my first time to watch us having sex through our reflection on the mirror, and the sight leaves me breathlessly enthralled.
Oh wow.
Seeing the flushed state of my cheeks is mortifying, but I also have a hard time not staring at the way every hammering thrust of his has my breasts jiggling under my shirt while my belly tightens with need. Did I also look like this, the first time we fucked?
While the ferocious hunger stamped over his chiseled features is heart-throbbingly familiar, the sight of his big, hard body practically swallowing my smaller frame is shockingly new, and—-oooooh.
Rake chuckles as my head falls back against his chest the moment he reaches around me to start mashing my breasts and tweaking my nipples in rhythm with his thrusts.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other is blatantly erotic, and so is the way I'm unable to control myself from panting every time his fully-engorged cock slams back into my pussy.
My reflection in the mirror now shows a half-dressed slut wantonly writhing in the arms of her fully-dressed lover. The sight is mortifying beyond words, but I can't deny how much hotter and wetter it also makes me feel, to see myself completely surrendered to the throes of lust.
My lips part in a silent cry when I feel him shove both my shirt and bra up to my neck, and the mirror exposes the swollen state of my breasts.
I can feel my belly tightening the longer I stare at ourselves fucking in the mirror, and when he suddenly bends his head down to thrust his tongue into my ear—-
Pleasure spirals out of me dizzyingly, and I can only think of one name to sob out.
"Rake."
His beautiful face is the last thing I see before my eyes roll back at the strength of my orgasm, and the brightness of his gaze is one of my rare human wishes come true.