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)
Even if an earthquake hit the hospital, I wouldn’t be able to move. I couldn’t look away as she bent over, grabbed the hem of her long dress, and hoisted it up to her thighs. Rolling the excess material, she didn’t stop until she somehow turned the floor-length skirt into something scandalously short.
Her long, lean legs flashed far too bare. The fading bruises were still visible, thanks to her pale skin. Peng wound himself around her ankle, and she smiled so freely, so prettily, she sucker-punched me right in the heart.
Staggering against the wall, I could only watch as she sat down cross-legged on the grass and looked around the flower beds and fruit trees as if searching for a glint of a camera lens.
And then, she leaned back until she sprawled in the soft greenery. She arched her back as if someone ran their fingertips along her cleavage. And held up the glass phallus as if she was going to use it.
She wouldn’t.
Would she?
Not there.
Not in broad daylight.
Slowly, sensually, she dropped her fingertips to her upper thigh where she’d rucked her skirt high enough to flash her pink underwear.
Lust exploded through me.
Longing clenched my middle as she dragged the glass toy down and down her body.
Jesus Christ.
A growl escaped me as a gush of overwhelming possession erupted.
For a second, she blinded me with black desire.
Then drowned me in animalistic rage.
Anyone could see her.
Sure, her fences were high, and her garden was overgrown, but what the hell was she thinking?
Gritting my teeth, I closed the camera footage and accessed our message thread.
X: Stop that immediately.
Splitting my screen into two functions, one window with the text bubble and the other with the video feed, I wanted to punch something.
I wanted to break every speed limit to go to her. To leap the fence. To pounce on her. To be the one and only man who ever brought her to an orgasm.
A vicious throb arrowed right between my legs as images of touching her, fingering her, licking her—
“Fuck, Sailor. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
On the video footage, she paused. Dropping the dildo onto her lower belly, she held up her phone with both hands, shielding her face from the sun with it.
My own phone vibrated.
Lori: Come and make me.
I almost buckled in half with how hot and hard and agonising my entire body became.
How had everything turned sexual? Come? Yes, please. Make her come? God, it’d be an honour.
“Get a grip, Zan.”
This wasn’t rational behaviour. Sailor had never been like this. Perhaps she’d finally snapped, and what I was watching was a woman having a breakdown, not a woman reclaiming her sexuality.
I should call Dr Klep and have her make a house call.
A little voice in the back of my head hissed that all of that could be true but…I had no authority to say what Sailor had been like before. Despite our family’s fondness for each other, we’d hardly ever spoken. There’d always been a wall of politeness between us.
I might’ve seen her grow up, but I didn’t know a thing about her. I didn’t know her favourite food or favourite TV show or even how someone as brave and sweet and gorgeous as her had ended up with a murdering bastard like Milton.
My phone buzzed again.
Lori: Are you really away for work?
I sighed in relief as she slowly sat up, removed the dildo from her stomach, and tucked her hair behind her ears in a familiar, innocent gesture.
Peng immediately crawled all over her, sliding off her bare legs and no doubt leaving little claw marks amongst her bruises.
I groaned and yanked my glasses off.
Digging my fingers into my eyes, I cursed myself to hell. I’d told her X was away to put distance between my schedule and my alter ego. I needed her to keep seeing us as two separate people because after her thawing toward me in person, it only added to my terror that she’d one day look at me, see straight through the disguise, and call the police.
Christ, if she ever called the police on me again?
I wouldn’t just be done for stalking; I’d be done for sexual harassment and lewd behaviour. Our texts would be all the evidence they’d need to send me straight to jail.
Me: I am, and I’m not comfortable with you putting yourself in danger. I know you’re mad at me, but please, go back inside or at least lower your dress.
On the video, she stood, placed the dildo inside on the kitchen bench, then headed toward the veggie patch. Peng bounced alongside her as she unhitched her dress, and let it cascade to her ankles.
Every inch of me clenched.
I somehow found watching her cover up just as erotic as watching her expose herself. Maybe more so because it seemed so…intimate. She’d done that for me. She’d listened and obeyed and I should not have this reaction.