Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Also, fuck Remy for going and blabbing that. Seriously, do they always have to tell every time they get laid?
Ugh.
Men.
“Hello, Beckett,” I say when he stops in front of me, panting with rage. “What brings you here?”
If looks could kill, I’d be dead.
“What the fuck kind of game are you playing at?”
Oh.
Seriously?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You fucked Remy,” he snarls.
“Yes, and?”
He looks almost stunned by my casual response. What does he think I’m going to do? Beg and plead? Tell him I’m so sorry for having sex and finding pleasure? I have every right to find pleasure, thank you very much, and I don’t have to answer to anyone, especially not him.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You’re supposed to be here because you owe us and we spared your life. You’re not here to throw your pussy around every chance you get.”
Well now he’s pissed me off.
“First of all, buddy—” I shove a finger into his chest “—how fucking dare you treat me like some sort of slut. I am allowed to do what I want with my body, god knows you all do. Secondly, I am doing my job here. I haven’t once stopped doing my job here. I am doing exactly what needs to be done, what I do with my time outside of that isn’t your business. You’re just angry because you had the chance to fuck me and instead you chose to go running like a whipped little boy back to your rich girlfriend.”
He reels back as if I’ve slapped him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Oh, come on, you didn’t think I was going to let you lock me in a bathroom and I wasn’t going to sneak out and see why. I saw everything, heard everything, I know about Becky and your little affair. I wonder how she’d feel if she knows you made out with me like a starving fucking teenager.”
He grabs me by the throat and slams me against the wall. I’m shocked, for a moment I can do nothing but gasp in horror as he presses me against the cool surface behind me, his eyes wild with rage and something much darker, something much more terrifying. Pain shoots through my not yet healed body and I wince, squirming to try and release his grip. “You better watch your fuckin’ mouth or so help me god I’ll follow through with what should have happened to you to begin with.”
“Do it, then,” I snarl angrily. “You think I’m scared of you?”
He releases me, his face red with rage. I press a hand to my side, taking a deep, angry breath.
“You think any of this fucking matters to me?” I bellow, storming over to the large container of ink and just shoving it over. The floor floods with color and Beckett’s loud voice comes roaring in behind me.
“Stop, you fuckin’ psycho!”
“I’m a psycho?” I scream, turning and charging toward him. He catches the fist that flies out to punch him right in his damned face. “I’m a god damned psycho? I’ve done nothing but what you’ve asked of me and you lose your shit because I had sex with someone. That has nothing to do with you, Beckett, you fucking wanker. I can’t stand you. If this is how you treat women, it’s not a wonder your precious Becky isn’t leaving her husband.”
He starts pushing me, backing me up until I’m against another wall. He leans in close, his face tight, his voice rough. “You be very fucking careful what comes out of your mouth next.”
“Or what?” I seethe. “What are you going to do?”
His eyes flash.
I keep pushing.
“I fucked Remy because I wanted to, because unlike you, he had the balls to give me what I needed and oh, Beckett, it was incredible. God, it felt so damned good.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he barks.
“Make me.”
Oh.
My.
Lord.
Does.
He.
Make.
Me.
His mouth smashes down over mine in a kiss that has my toes curling. It’s a kiss full of wild anger and rage, a kiss so deep and hate filled it makes everything in my body come to life. I angrily claw at his arms as he bites at my lower lip, drawing blood as he rips at my clothes. He rips my pants down in a frenzy, a frenzy that I don’t have time to consider. His mouth finds mind again and my hands tangle in his hair as he hoists me up onto his hips, jerking his cock free before plunging it inside me.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
It’s incredible.
His cock is hard, thick, long, and pierced. I can feel that right away. I’ve been with a man who is pierced and it’s a whole different level of pleasure. I moan loudly as he starts fucking me against the wall, his hips driving his cock in and out at a rapid pace, a pace that has my moans turning into screams and an orgasm building that I’m incapable of holding back. I cry out as it takes over my body, making every inch of me shiver with pleasure. I call his name, jerking his head back as he fucks me so damned hard all that can be heard over my moans is the slapping of our skin.