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)
“Then let me.”
Reaching behind, I fumbled for him.
I grazed his length. I went to grip—
He snatched my wrist and pulled me away. Panting into my ear, he growled. “You touch me, and you’ll destroy me. Do you understand?” Taking a heavy breath, he added, “This was about you. Not me. Keep your hands to yourself.”
I laughed quietly, shocked that I felt happy after the memories trying to break me. “Okay, no hands. How about my mouth, then?” I rocked backward. “Let me return the favour.”
His snarl cut right through his mask and arrowed into my heart. “You give me your mouth, and you won’t be getting out of this bed until you’ve been fucked five different ways and can barely walk.”
I moaned. Loudly.
I’d never been talked to that way.
Never felt the bolt of heat knowing how much he needed me.
Twisting in his arms, I tried to face him. To tug down his trousers and give him what he gave me.
But he clamped his arm around my waist and linked his still slick fingers with mine. Pressing our linked grip to my pounding heart, he grunted, “I’m going to go now.”
“No, wait—”
“You’re going to go to sleep, and no nightmares will find you—”
“X, don’t—”
“I’m going to taste you on my lips all night.” Kissing me through his mask, he untangled his wet fingers from mine.
I tried to hold on, but the lubrication meant he slipped easily from my grasp. “Message me in the morning, alright?”
The bed shifted as he slid off the side and stood.
I went to face him.
To leap on my knees and throw my arms around him, but his hand pressed on my shoulder, keeping me facing away. “Don’t get up. Don’t look back. Or this will always remain a one-time deal, okay?” His hand withdrew from my shoulder, fading into the dark.
I froze. My mind whirled. “You’re saying this can happen again?”
I trembled, waiting for his reply.
I waited and waited until I couldn’t wait anymore.
I rolled over.
But he was gone.
* 30 *
Zander
Illegal Activities
I JERKED AWAKE.
Thick cotton wool coated my thoughts followed by the worst kind of agony between my legs. Swallowing a groan, I went to move, but my entire body throbbed as if I’d been beaten.
Digging my fingers into my eyes, I did my best to rub away the fog in my head, clutching at the reasons why I’d be in so much pain—
Sailor.
I went down on Sailor.
She came on my fingers.
I froze.
Fuck, was I still at her house?
I smelled her.
Everywhere.
Bolting upright, I blinked as a bedroom manifested around me. My shoulders sagged in relief as I recognised my faux concrete wall and no-nonsense furniture.
Huh, so I actually had the strength to come home.
I hadn’t given in when I’d stood by the fence for an hour, cursing myself for leaving and buckling with crippling desire to return.
No wonder I felt as if I’d been beaten last night.
I had been.
By morality and sin.
I’d gone to war over right and wrong, and I’d been so fucking close to marching back to her, yanking off that seductive silky nightgown, and thrusting myself deep, deep inside her.
How I’d managed to stagger home with a hard-on from hell I didn’t know.
How I’d had the self-control to stay in bed and not crawl my way back to her proved I was a goddamn saint because I’d never faced such temptation before. Never been so close to putting my own needs above someone else’s, and even now, I hated that I hadn’t done it.
That I hadn’t said ‘fuck it’ and taken her up on the invitation to return the favour.
All I wanted was to come.
In her.
On her.
I’d almost repainted her fence with how much I needed her and the only reason I’d had enough willpower to leave had been my cursed red hair and green eyes.
If I’d gone prepared as X.
If I’d hidden my eyes beneath brown and rinsed black through my blazing strands, I didn’t think I’d be in my own bed, alone, aching, aching, aching with unshed cum.
I’d be in her bed. In her. I would’ve done exactly what I threatened and taken her five different ways all before the sun rose and probably made things a shit ton worse because she would’ve seen me. She would’ve torn off my mask, and I would’ve let her. I would’ve ripped it off so I could kiss her.
And then she would’ve realised that the man driving himself inside her with all the finesse of an unhinged beast was her lying, scheming, stalking neighbour and called the police. She’d tell them that the man who’d eaten her out had been me all along, and I’d be in jail right about now.
Fuck.
My life would be ruined and my career over.
And I wouldn’t even care because I would’ve had the best goddamn orgasm of my life.
“Shit, this is bad.”