Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
The filthy words drive her wild, her body clenching around my fingers as she groans my name.
"No one else will even exist to you, Kylie. I'm all you'll think about, all you'll dream about." I drag my teeth down the tendon in her throat. "You and this little pussy will need me to survive."
"Memphis, please," she whimpers, barely able to keep dancing as she melts against me, sobbing in ecstasy. She loves my filthy mouth, loves the things I say to her…loves what I do to her. She may be innocent, but she was made for me in every way.
I place my lips against her ear, overwhelmed by how much she means to me, by how beautiful she is in this moment. And by how much I need her. "You're fucking beautiful, Kylie," I breathe against her skin. "So damn beautiful when you're lost in me like this."
She shatters apart in my arms, crying out my name as the orgasm rips through her body. "Memphis!" Her voice is ragged, desperate, the sweetest fucking sound I've ever heard.
I hold her tight against me, my fingers still buried deep inside her as she comes undone. I feel every tremor, every clench of her pussy gripping me like she never wants to let go.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, her dark hair spilling across my arm, emerald eyes closed in blissed-out ecstasy.
"Mm, Memphis," she says sweetly.
My chest grows tight, emotions swelling up inside me like a tidal wave.
"Jesus, princess," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" These feelings are foreign, ripped from a place deep inside me that no one else has ever touched. "I wasn't supposed to fall for you, but damn if you gave me a choice in the matter, Kylie. I'm fucking crazy about you."
"Memphis." she gasps, my name shaking on her lips as she spins to face me. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable as tears well up. "You don't mean that."
My heart aches as I hold her gaze, my voice steady, certain. "I do, Toto. My goddamn heart is yours. Has been for days."
She swallows hard, guilt burning deep in her eyes. "But…you don't even know me. There are things…" She hesitates, searching my face. "There are things I haven't told you. Things that might change your mind."
I stare at her for a heartbeat, processing her words. She thinks I don't know that she's hiding shit from me. I chuckle softly, shaking my head.
"I've known since you walked into my bar that you're here for a reason," I say quietly. "Don't know what that reason is, and frankly, I don't fucking care."
"But…"
"But nothing, baby." I tip her chin up, gently forcing her to meet my gaze. "It doesn't change a goddamn thing. You aren't the only one with secrets, Kylie. And whatever yours are, I guarantee they don't compare to mine and the things I've done." I feel it in my bones. Whoever she really is, whatever she's done, whatever drove her here…she's innocent. I know that much. And there's nothing she can tell me that will ever make her half the goddamn monster I am. I'm the one with blood on my hands. Not her.
She stares at me, a mix of regret and fear flickering across her face. "I want to tell you everything. I just…"
I silence her with a tender kiss, tasting her uncertainty and desire. "You don't owe me answers until you're ready to give them, Toto," I promise, my lips brushing against hers. "I can wait." For her, I will wait.
"I just need to know one thing." My voice is firm, but gentle. "Are you in danger, baby?"
"No, of course not." She bites her lip, her gaze flickering across my face. Then, softer, she adds, "Well, just my heart." She exhales a breath. "I don't think it belongs to me anymore, Memphis."
Fuck.
A surge of possessiveness courses through me at her admission. It isn't the words I want—but it's damn close. She's falling for me.
I haul her into my arms, claiming her mouth as if it's the only thing keeping me grounded. The world narrows down to this moment, to the taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against mine. Here, now, with her in my arms, nothing else matters.
She moans my name, trying to climb my body.
"Shit, baby," I groan, lifting her off the floor effortlessly and carrying her over to the bar. The thrill of knowing she's mine takes over every part of me, making my goddamn cock throb with need. "You got me so fuckin' worked up, I can't wait."
I plop her down on top of the bar, ready to take her here and now. She gasps in surprise as I yank her shirt off over her head, tossing it aside without a care.