Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I should stop him since I’m drunk and a hot mess, but my mind is hazy. I want him so fucking bad. Yesterday wasn’t enough. I don’t give a shit about morals, contracts, or ex-flings. All I want is Braken’s cock in me, pounding away all the jumbled thoughts in my mind.
His hand jerks on my bun, forcing up my chin and exposing my throat. His wet mouth creates a slick trail down my throat, sucking and licking until my skin is marked. I shiver when he forces my legs apart until they burn, his hips moving against mine for delicious and oh-so-needed friction.
Braken sucks on my collarbone, no doubt leaving signs of his claim, and my moan fills the room.
Maybe I should thank my father after all, since he—
Fuck, my father.
The thought zaps me back into reality, and I push Braken away as best I can with too many glasses of wine flowing in my system.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” he growls, about to dive into my neck again.
“Stop,” I command, and to his credit, he does. He looks pissed as hell and ready to shoot me for even daring to say it, but he stays completely still.
I take the moment to catch my breath before I sigh out, “We need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk,” Braken mutters, making sure to roll his hard cock into me for emphasis. “We have better things to do.”
It’s almost enough to throw me off, but I shake my head. This is too important.
“I need to tell you what happened at lunch.”
Braken frowns so hard it wrinkles his entire face, but he takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Speak.”
I do. Everything comes tumbling out so quickly that half my sentences don’t even make sense. I mention Marco, his demands to meet at Maxwells, and how my father’s men saw it all. I throw an apology in there for meeting Marco in the first place, though I’m not sure why. Braken never told me I couldn’t meet my old friend, and yet, under his intense stare, I feel like it is the worst mistake I could have ever made.
When I finally finish, Braken continues to stare at me without saying anything. I shift under his gaze, now extremely aware of the fact that I’m in comfy home clothes not meant for public consumption, hair an actual disaster, his handiwork all over my throat and shoulders.
Braken clears his throat and saves me from my misery. “And?”
I blink. “And?”
“Why the fuck would I care?”
The simple question leaves me stunned. Why would he care? Isn’t it fucking obvious?
“Because—” I stumble over my words for a better way to say ‘Braken, you actual dumbass.’ “Because you’re marrying a Godwin? And Mason was murdered on your turf? That’s the only reason you’re helping find his murderer.”
Braken starts laughing. Laughing! It’s a deep, throaty sound that makes me flush. What exactly is funny?
“Are you accusing me of whoring out for your family ties?” His laughter turns into quiet chuckles. “I don’t need your damn ties, Fiora. The Frosts have enough power. If anything, your father needs me.”
“Then…” I try to piece it together, sitting up on the side table. “Why the hell are you helping if it’s not for us? This is a mark against you.”
“It’s not a mark against me until you have the Frost last name.” Braken smirks. “We’re not husband and wife yet. Your brother’s murder has nothing to do with me. I’m helping for you.”
The admission leaves me dumbfounded. “For me?”
“I could have said no at any time.” Braken steps closer, and my breath hitches. Darkness is brewing in his eyes, something I should be scared of, but if anything, it makes my blood race. “I may have agreed to your father’s terms, but that doesn’t mean shit. I chose to make you my girl.”
I don’t know what to say. My head swims with the wine and his confession. This whole time, I thought he was in this to embarrass me. That he wasn’t serious about finding Mason, because it was just a stepping-stone to claiming part of the Godwin power. But he’s been in this for… me? Maybe I misunderstood him from the beginning.
“Then?”
Braken comes even closer, stopping dangerously close to my electrified body. He’s so close that I can reach out, grab his button-up, and pull him between my legs again. I consider doing it, too. Maybe another intense orgasm will be just the thing I need to clear my messed-up mind.
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Fiora,” he chastises in a voice so low it goes straight to my soul. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you at Mason’s funeral.” He pauses. “Actually, fuck that. You’ve been mine since the first time you turned on the red light, and I hunted you.”