Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He moved against me then, flicking his tongue against the seam of my lips and opening me to him. I groaned deep in the back of my throat as he acquainted himself with my mouth. Our tongues meeting and falling back and meeting again like a courting ritual.
He tilted my face up just a little bit more perfectly to his taking. And then I came crashing back into my body.
This… this couldn’t happen. I had… I had rules. Rules that I shouldn’t break. He was a client.
I yanked back away from him, trying to force him backward. I reared back and slapped him hard across the face. His head tipped sideways, and a muscle flickered in his jaw. He stared off, away from me, for a matter of seconds. His chest rising and falling with the anger within him.
Then he slowly turned back to face me. A smirk spread across his face. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, English?”
“Fuck you, Court.” The venom in my voice was palpable.
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t… even if I wanted to.
He nodded once, as if making a decision. He took another step back into my personal space. I didn’t move. I just glared up at him.
“Tell me to stop,” he teased, his mouth mere inches from mine.
The word was on the tip of my tongue. And I couldn’t say it. Because it was the wrong word. As much as it was utterly wrong… I couldn’t deny that, this moment, I wanted it. Fuck the consequences.
“Didn’t hear you, English.”
I glared at him harder. But I didn’t say a word.
His hands moved back to my hair, yanking my head backward so that I was forced to meet his gaze. I moaned at the sharp pain that electrified through my body. The fucking sway he commanded from me.
His head dipped down into my shoulder. He dragged his nose along my collarbone and then slowly over to my neck. His fingers hovered over the button at the back of my neck that held my dress up. He swirled it temptingly, as if waiting for me to tell him to stop. I didn’t.
His mouth moved to my ear. “Say yes.”
I said nothing.
“Tell me you want me, English.”
I closed my eyes as he nipped on my earlobe. “I hate you.”
His laugh was gravelly against my ear. “Then tell me to fuck off. Walk away right now.”
“Bastard,” I croaked.
“Call me whatever you want,” he said, pulling back just enough to gaze at me. “Just say yes.”
I bit my lip. Anguish at the implications of that word. At how fucking bad I wanted this. I closed my eyes as he sucked on my bottom lip, nearly groaning again.
“English…”
“Yes,” I finally gasped out against his lips. “Yes… fuck, yes, Court.”
That smirk returned, and I was tempted to slap it off of his fucking face again. But he was having none of that. In that moment, Court Kensington was in the room. He was in complete control. This wasn’t the man child I’d had to deal with after he was arrested. This was the man who could very easily be running an empire. I could see it in the smile and how he moved and the way his body just radiated power. This was the Court Kensington hiding beneath his mask. And it was fucking sexy as hell.
“I knew it,” he said, backing me into the wall. “I wasn’t wrong last week, and I’m not wrong now.”
I swallowed. “Fine. You’re not wrong. I wanted to kiss you.”
His smile just grew. “Then kiss me.”
He didn’t wait. He tipped my chin up and fitted his mouth to mine. Our lips tangled as they moved together. As if neither of us could get enough. My hands moved up into his hair. That fucking unruly hair that I’d had to bring someone in to tame for interviews. And god, it was thick and full and fucking perfect. It was better mussed than ever in order. Just like the rest of him.
His hand returned to the button on my dress that held up the backless top. He flicked it open as if he’d done it a million times. The material fell to the skirt, baring me from the waist up. A tiny zipper in the back was the only thing keeping me from being completely naked.
“Fuck,” he ground out as his hands slipped down my body.
He grasped my breasts in his large palms. He kneaded them as he grew acquainted with me. He pinched one of my nipples, and I gasped against his lips.
He pulled back with a cocky smile. He pinched me again. He wasn’t being gentle, and fuck, I liked it. Heat shot straight to my core.
My back arched off of the wall with the next pull between his fingers. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. But then he replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking my nipple in, his tongue laving across the erect peak. I couldn’t stop it then. When he dragged my nipple between his teeth, a sound like a whimper escaped me. I couldn’t remember ever making that noise before. It was as if something had unlocked in me. I was out of my body. I wasn’t even Anna English. In that moment, I belonged to Court Kensington.