Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
He licks his lips. “That was fucking delicious.”
When I notice the erection straining against his jeans, I smile and reach for him. “Looks painful. Need help taking care of that?”
“You don’t have to. I was trying to distract you, remember?”
“What’s your next class?”
“Sustainable Development. Why?”
I quirk up a brow. “How are you ever going to pay attention in Sustainable Development with this big rock in your pants?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but I’m already unzipping him, pushing his jeans and boxers down. His dick slides out, thick and hard. Desire surges through me, spurring me to sink to my knees and wrap my fingers around him. When I take him in my mouth, he groans and grips my hair.
I give one long, thorough lick before peering up at him. “I have to be at the lab soon,” I say before swallowing him up.
“That your way of saying you want me to fuck your mouth hard and fast?”
I smile around his shaft, humming an assent. He groans again and gives me exactly what I asked for. He thrusts again and again, hips flexing, hands cupping my head to guide me along his length. I don’t expect him to last long, and he doesn’t.
“Goddamn, nobody’s ever made me come as fast as you do,” he grits out, and I bask in a sense of satisfaction, giddy with feminine power, as he spills down my throat. I swallow the familiar flavor that had my blood burning with need last weekend.
Breathing hard, I get to my feet and smooth out my skirt and hair. Noticing he’s still erect, I give him a teasing stroke. He gazes down at my french-tip fingernails wrapped around him, at the drop of semen still pooled at his tip.
“Babe,” he says with mischief in his eyes. “How do you feel about hand modeling?”
“What?”
“I just feel like Will should know what he missed out on.”
An evil grin spreads across my face. “You’re mean.”
“Trust me, he’ll like it.”
Beckett pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens the camera. As he focuses in on my fingers, I rub the moisture lingering on his dick. After he snaps the picture and sends it, we rearrange our clothing as best as we can and exit the closet, thankfully into an empty corridor.
Within seconds, both our phones go off.
WILL:
Fuuuuuck. You’ll both be punished for this torture, I hope you know that.
I glance at Beckett. “He’s a lot more intense than I thought he’d be.”
“Oh, trust me. Not many people know the real Larsen.”
I suspect he’s right. I’ve been starting to form my own mental picture of Will. He’s much more than the easygoing, all-American jock he portrays himself to be. Behind that cute smile is a man whose ravenous gaze devoured me when I was naked in his bed.
He’s a hot onion too, I realize. They both are. Because I have the sneaking suspicion that Beckett is not as laid-back as he seems. And that he cares a lot more than he lets on.
THE VIRGIN AND THE BLADE/LOURDES
CHAPTER 9
YOU CANNOT CONQUER ME
The cold stone walls of the Tower of London loomed around Elizabeth like a cage. The damp chill bit through her once-proud gown as she sat in the dimly lit chamber, her regal posture defiant despite the chains that bound her wrists. Her crown was gone, her city had fallen, and yet her spirit remained unbroken.
The door creaked open, and the air shifted as Alexander stepped into the room. He wore no armor this time—only a simple tunic and cloak—but his presence was as commanding as ever. His conquering army had stormed London, his banner now flying above the palace.
Despite his victory, there was no triumph in his eyes as he gazed at the fallen queen.
“Elizabeth,” he said with the authority of a king who had conquered empires. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
She lifted her chin. “It is this way because you made it so,” she spat, her voice steady but filled with venom. “You may have taken my city and my throne, but you will never take my loyalty. I am the Queen of England. I will never bend the knee to you.”
Alexander knelt before her—not out of submission but something far more profound. He reached for her chains but did not touch them, his hand hovering just above her bound wrists as though the mere act of being close to her was enough to undo the iron links.
“Must you always be so proud?” he asked softly, his eyes searching hers. “Is your pride worth all this? The Tower, the chains, the broken city?”
Elizabeth’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Pride? You misunderstand me, Alexander. This isn’t pride. It’s duty. It’s love for my country, for my people. I would rather die in chains than live in submission.”
His gaze darkened, not in anger but…admiration. She was everything he had heard: unyielding, fierce, as sharp as a blade forged in battle. And yet here, in the silence of the Tower, away from the eyes of the world, he could see the woman beneath the crown, a woman whose strength had captivated him from the moment he first set eyes on her, a woman whose effulgent presence took his breath away.