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)
“What are you? My psychologist all of a sudden?” Pushing past her, I reached for my pants again.
She kicked them away and shoved her hands against my chest, making me stagger back. “I’m trying to help you the way you helped me, you frustrating idiot!”
“Again with the idiot.” My hands curled, pulling on the faint bruises I still had from beating up Chad Harris. She hadn’t noticed the marks on my knuckles. So blinded by the disguise that Colin had promised would hide me in plain sight.
For a second, I contemplated ripping my mask off and confessing.
I didn’t know how much longer I could do this.
How I’d be able to keep this secret for the rest of my life.
But I had to try because after the things I just said, after the hole I was determined to dig, she’d never look at Zander while X was in her life. And if she ever figured it out, she’d never forgive me, and I’m done.
“Get out of my way, Sailor. I’m leaving—”
“You’re staying.” With the softest gasp, she dropped to her knees and placed her hands on her thighs. Peng scurried from the kitchen, headbutting her for affection, but her eyes never left mine. “Tell me what you want, X, because I owe you another debt. You showed me how much I like being taken with anger, but only by a man I trust implicitly. You shattered every fear I had of him strangling me and gave me a new memory of lust and desire. You’ve done more for me this afternoon than all the weeks combined and so…I owe you.”
Her gaze dropped to my hard cock. She looked older, wiser…sexier with a hint of a dangerous rebellion.
“I’m not letting you walk out that door until I do for you what you did for me. And if that isn’t black and white enough for you, I’m telling you, you stubborn pain in my ass, that I want you. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care about tomorrow. I don’t care if your name starts with an X or an A or a Z. All I care about is staying this free and so…” She sat higher on her knees. “You have to make another choice.”
“What choice?” I strangled, my breath coming short.
“The choice to be free. The choice to drop all your pretences. I don’t know why you’re terrified of admitting who you truly are, but…you don’t have to be afraid with me.”
Every part of me ached.
It was agonising.
Blinding.
I clung to doing the right thing. “You’re making this impossible for me. I’m trying to protect you. Even if that means protecting you from myself—”
“And I’m telling you I don’t want protecting. Not anymore. Not here. What I want is for you to break me. Break with me.”
My entire body clenched.
My cock ached so badly, I wedged a fist in my stomach trying to ignore the relentless craving to give in. “You’re going to kill me.”
“If that’s what it takes for you to agree, then fine.”
I resisted the urge to grab myself and relieve the agony she conjured. “I’m not going to—”
“You know, until today, I didn’t know my blood could sizzle like that. I didn’t know my insides could turn liquid or that my mind could blank into nothing.” Her voice turned to a hot whisper. “I want to show you what that feels like.”
“I already know. I felt it. With you.”
“Then let me make you feel it again.”
I gagged on a groan as my body spasmed with excruciating lust. “Sailor, I’m begging you.”
“And I’m begging you.” Her face fell a little as her courage faltered. “Stop thinking about others, X. Stop putting yourself last. Stop being afraid.”
My feet moved of their own accord.
Standing over her, I bent and sifted my fingers through her hair. My voice crawled through river rock. “I’m not afraid. And I won’t let you antagonise me into touching you again. Are you not listening? I can’t.”
She shrugged. “You’re touching me right now.” She studied my mask, her beautiful face unreadable. Her smoky eyes and kiss-swollen lips looked so different to the sun-kissed, make-up-free look she usually wore when harvesting her herbs and cooking her concoctions.
I’d known her as the shy girl next door and now as the kneeling vixen offering herself to me.
The two versions of her scrambled the two versions of me.
The right and the wrong.
The saint and the sinner.
The martyr and the monster.
“You’ve just been given the vote of approval by the one person I loved more than anyone,” she whispered. “My nana knows you’re a good person and I’m not letting you leave while you’re hiding and hurting and being utterly ridiculous. Tell me what you want, X. Tell me how you want me and I’m yours. An orgasm for an orgasm. Isn’t that how this game goes?”