Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Honey, our dynamic is different. You know that. Like I said, we’re partners.”
“Partners,” she echoed, testing the word.
“Yeah. And there’s trust. I trust you with my life, Hannah. I want to be the person you trust with yours.” I pulled her to me for a soft kiss, sealing the deal. “Anything else you have reservations about or need clarification for?”
“I don’t want to be one woman in a revolving door of club whores.” She stuck her chin up as if she expected pushback on this. I just smiled. God, this woman was fierce. So fucking perfect for me it was scary. I had to chuckle, which got her back up. When I didn’t immediately respond she narrowed her eyes and snapped, “What?” I loved the bite of demand in her voice, in the scowl on her face. “There’s nothing Goddamned funny about it!”
“Honey…” I continued to grin at her. I knew I was about to get into trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “How do you expect the club whores to just walk away from this total package?” I gestured to my body, then to my cock which gave an interested jerk. Not at the thought of the club whores, though. I found myself holding my breath, waiting for the explosion that was about to hit me. This was going to be epic. I was a sadistic bastard for looking forward to the fireworks.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, her jaw clenching so hard I thought she might crack a tooth. For a split second, I thought she might hit me, and part of me was looking forward to it. As evidenced by the excited jerk of my cock once again, the bastard.
“You think this is funny?” Hannah’s voice was deadly quiet as she leaned up, the sheet falling away from her naked body. If looks could kill, I’d be a dead motherfucker right now. “You arrogant, self-important asshole!” She shoved at my chest hard enough that I had trouble holding on to her. “Is this a fucking joke to you? Because I’m not laughing! You think I’m gonna sit by while you fuck everything in sight?”
I shrugged, knowing I was gonna pay for this later. “I mean, I’ve been in prison more than twenty years. I’m kinda hard up.”
She scrambled to sit straighter, trying to put some distance between us as she pulled the sheet around her like armor, her cheeks flushed with anger. The sight was glorious! All that righteous fury directed at me was what I thought it would look like gazing at a Valkyrie. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, which only seemed to infuriate her more. It was a little disturbing to know how much I loved the vicious side of her.
She hit my chest none too gently, pushing herself away from me. I kept my expression neutral, though inside I was grinning like a fool. This woman was magnificent when she was angry. “No. I think you’re a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.”
“Then why the hell are you laughing at me?” Lord, my cock now pointed due north, sniffing around her pussy like a dog scenting a bitch in heat. I loved this fire inside her. Stirring those embers into a raging inferno was going to be the highlight of my day.
I reached for her, but she jerked away, her eyes flashing with hurt and anger. Shit. Maybe I’d pushed too far. “I’m not laughing at you, Hannah, honey. I’m laughing because the thought of me wanting anyone else after having you is fucking ridiculous.” I sat up too, making sure she could see my face clearly. “There are no club whores or any other women for me. There’s just you. Only you. Always. You.”
She studied my face, searching for any sign of deception. “You’re serious.”
I grinned again. “You think I wouldn’t be?”
When she rolled her eyes, I could actually see the tension leave her body. “Well, I’ll try not to bring home any wayward prospects if you can’t get it up.”
I barked out a startled laugh. “You keep givin’ as good as you get, baby. That’s what I want from you.”
Her expression relaxed, and she smiled at me for a moment before it slipped from her face. “I don’t know If I can be what you need, Knuckles.” Her whispered words reflected the emotion swirling in her beautiful eyes. “I’m broken in ways I don’t even understand.”
“Ain’t we all?” I traced the curve of her cheek with my thumb. “I spent years in a cage. You think I came out whole? We’re all fucked up in our own ways. That don’t mean we can’t fit together. Maybe the way to fix each other is to not worry about filling in the missing pieces of our souls. Maybe those missing pieces of you are inside me. Maybe what I’m missing is with you. Together, I think we can be whole again.”