Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Carrying her inside, I waited until Peng dashed over the threshold before slamming the door and tossing her onto her feet.
The second she was free, she backed up and shoved a finger in my face. “Get out. Right now.”
“No.” Balling my hands, I stalked her. Any remnants of who I was, the oath I took, the decisions I’d made to be the best guy I could be were shredded by my feet by the very real knowledge, the very painful agonising knowledge that if I’d been just a second later, she would’ve been hurt so, so badly.
And it would’ve been her fault.
Her stupid, stubborn fault because she didn’t want to rely on anyone.
I was so sick of people relying on me, but in one idiotic move, she’d proven she didn’t need my help anymore.
And I was done.
Done protecting her.
Done mollycoddling her.
If she was brave enough to climb up a ladder and flirt with certain death, then she was healed enough to deal with me.
Her back crashed against the wall by the fridge in the same spot where I’d kissed her the last time.
I’d found a limit to my self-control that night.
I’d strayed over a line and kissed her harder than I’d ever kissed anyone.
And now, I found another limit.
I found a temper I never knew I had.
A temper that chewed through all my politeness and made me fucking rage.
Slapping my hands on either side of her head, I trapped her against the wall. “Does this feel like an empty threat to you?”
Her palms landed on my chest, trying to shove me away.
I absorbed her push, barely rocking on my feet.
Her eyes narrowed. “Stop crowding me.”
“I’m done taking orders from you. I’m done treating you gently. If you can put yourself in danger, then why the fuck can’t I?”
“W-What do you mean?”
“You want me to give you what you want? Alright then.” My gaze dropped to her parted lips. “I’m going to give you everything you asked for, and I’m not going to stop until both of us are broken.”
Clamping my hand over her eyes, I wrenched down my mask with the other. “Oh, and by the way, you should probably pick a safe word.”
* 45 *
Sailor
Emotional Explosion
I SQUIRMED AND THRASHED AS X BLINDFOLDED me with his hand, then smashed his mouth to mine.
He claimed me in one vicious, violent kiss.
Collapsing against me, he made my heart stop, my mind snap, and my soul flutter into tatters at his feet.
He kissed me painfully hard, exquisitely hard.
With a single kiss, he bulldozed through the fortress I’d painstakingly built. A fortress I didn’t even know existed until its bricks shattered into dust and I snapped into a creature I didn’t recognise.
I switched from fighting him to kissing him back.
Our fight sharpened the air. The tension and frustration. The freedom I’d felt at speaking up for myself and embracing wildness. The chaos and need, the crazy and desperate. I didn’t have to hide with him. I could yell at him without fearing he’d strike. I could strip away all my lies and be mean and needy and wrong.
God, I’d never gotten this angry before over something this trivial. Never let myself feel these levels of emotions.
But now?
Now I felt all of them.
I felt need and annoyance, betrayal and relief.
But beneath all of them, I felt love and lust and bone-aching longing.
I fought him as his tongue speared past my lips, slicing through my thoughts and setting me blissfully free. My carefully cultivated personality of likes and dislikes, limits and desires all tumbled like hollow dominos.
With a guttural groan, he attacked me in a maelstrom of nasty, nice, bruising, and blissful. We kissed hungrily, savagely. I lost the ability to think as he touched me, kissed me, then kicked my legs apart and pressed his hips into mine.
He thrust up as he shoved his tongue in my mouth.
I no longer knew if I fought him off or dragged him closer.
I lost track of his hands, his lips, his tongue. He touched me with rabid fingers all while holding me reverently.
I wasn’t afraid.
I was liberated.
I kissed him back.
Harder, deeper, meaner.
I bit his bottom lip until I tasted blood. I clawed at his neck until I left my mark.
He snarled and almost shoved me through the wall with his need.
My fists pummelled his shoulders, siphoning all my feelings into physical form. But he didn’t stop. He just accepted my violence. He let me punch him all while he kissed me like a man intent on consuming my every thought and wish and dream.
And I loved him for that.
I loved that I could give in to this lunacy and embrace my need to stand up for myself all while giving in. I loved that he dominated me, but I never, not once, felt unsafe.
He was everything I’d been looking for and the thought of him vanishing after this? It made me grab fistfuls of his hair and yank him painfully close. To hold on tight. To jerk and punish and hurt.