Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
It feels different now, like we crossed that imaginary line she insists needs to be kept between us. All I know is that after having her like that in the shop, after sliding my cock deep into her needy cunt and feeling the way she clamped down around me, I’m not going back. How could I?
Kyah might not know or understand it yet, but I meant what I said—she’s mine. She’s always been mine.
Striding deeper into her room, I inhale deeply, the smell of her favorite perfume still lingering in the air. As I make my way over to her bedside table, I glance around, certain she brought her phone in here. The crumpled slip of paper that was stuck to her door catches my attention, and I grit my teeth as irritation burns through me. I should burn it, but then, there’s also a sweet satisfaction knowing she has other options and still chooses me to be the one to fuck her.
As far as I’m concerned, she can play around with this fucker as much as she wants. I hope he gets his chance to screw her because when she inevitably comes back to me, it’s going to be that much sweeter. Kyah and I are endgame, and the sooner she realizes that, the better. But she’s also very young, only twenty-three, and I get it. She needs her chance to make mistakes, needs those wild years to screw around and have fun. And until she’s ready to see where she truly belongs, I’ll be right here, waiting and watching. But fuck, if one of these little assholes she decides to have fun with ends up hurting her . . . I hope they enjoyed what little time on earth they had.
Kyah’s bed is covered in clothes, and I glance down at them as I pull my phone out and press her name.
Her phone rings from beneath the pile of clothes, and I roll my eyes, tossing them around until I find it. Why am I not surprised?
Scooping it up, I stride back out of her room and hold it up. “Got it,” I say, finding her in the middle of tipping out the contents of her handbag, though I don’t know what she expects to find in there. I’ve peaked in there once before and it was terrifying.
Kyah’s head snaps up, relief shining in her bright blue eyes. “Thank fuck,” she breathes, scurrying toward me and scooping it out of my hand. She glances down at the screen and lets out a frustrated groan. “Damn it,” she mutters. “It’s still almost dead.”
“Does it matter?” I ask, stepping into her, my fingers at her chin, lifting until those blazing eyes meet mine. “You won’t need it, not when you’re with me.”
Her gaze softens as her hand slips beneath the fabric of my shirt. She skims her fingers up my body until finally flattening her hand against my chest. “You’re playing with fire,” Kyah warns me. “You’re gonna get burned.”
“I know,” I rumble. “But if I’m getting burned, you’re coming down with me.”
She narrows her eyes on me as if trying to decipher just how serious I am, but she should know by now that when it comes to her, I’m not fucking around. She inches back, letting her hand fall from my chest. “We should go,” she says.
I nod and press my hand to her lower back, leading her toward her door, but she sidesteps back toward the kitchen, grabbing her ID and keys off her counter before making her way back to the door. I follow, stepping out behind her and pulling the door closed with a soft thud, and after quickly locking up, we’re finally on our way down to the bar.
It’s a quick walk, only two minutes down the road from her apartment, and as we step through the main doors, I look around at all the people crammed in like sardines. I hadn’t taken that into consideration. I usually don’t get off work till much later, and by the time I’m hitting up dive bars, most of the drunken idiots have already stumbled out into the street and passed out in a gutter somewhere. Though something tells me Kyah doesn’t care all that much. She’s into the party scene. People gravitate toward her. They see her and instantly know she’s going to be a good time, but tonight, she’s my good time.
We weave our way toward the busy bar, and just as we approach, another couple gets up and Ky is quick to steal their seats. She looks back at me with a grin, and I can’t resist smiling right back at her.
Fuck me. She’s always been so damn irresistible.
I take my seat beside her, twisting my body to keep her in my sight. Meeting her gaze, I point toward the bar. “What are you drinking?” I ask over the loud eighties cover band cramped in the corner.