Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
"He was the only family I had," he acknowledges curtly. "And Dante killed him to get to me."
My heart breaks at what I'm hearing. "I'm so, so sorry."
"I was the lead agent assigned to his case—-"
"Y-You're FBI?"
"You can call the agency hotline if you want added confirmation."
I bite my lip. Perhaps...
His gaze narrows. "Were you this distrustful of Culo when you first met him?"
My eyes widen. "I—-"
His lip curls. "So it's just me that you don't distrust for some reason."
I think...it's time to change the subject, and I blurt out the first thing that pops into my mind.
"You never told me your name."
It's a perfectly honest question...or so I think until I see his lips tightening anew.
What did I do wrong this time?
"Why bother to ask if you won't believe anything I say?"
I stare at him in bafflement. Has my inability to trust him completely hurt his pride that much?
"Forget it," he mutters under his breath. "Just call me whatever—-"
"I'd really like to know your name."
The words come tumbling out of nowhere.
"Please."
His gaze narrows. "Why?"
"Because I...want to know...what to call you." I end up mumbling the words out as embarrassment threatens to swallow me whole. Why do I feel like I've suddenly asked for something inappropria—-mmph!
His mouth is suddenly against mine.
"You really know how to get under my skin, angel."
I vaguely hear a clicking sound as he mutters the words against my lips, and...oh!
By the time I realize he's unlocked my cuffs, it's already too late, and all I can do is whimper in shock when I find myself straddling his lap on the driver's seat.
"Flint."
He's sucking on my lower lip as he says this, and pleasure makes me unable to think.
"Say it, angel."
He growls the words against my lips, and that's the only time I realize what he's revealed.
He pulls away and cups my face. Our gazes meet, and oh, it's those violet eyes of his doing its magic again. Just having him stare at me like this makes me forget everything, and before I know it, my lips are already unconsciously forming his name.
"Flint..."
The last thing I see is desire blazing in his eyes.
And then everything else melts away as his mouth conquers mine, and he starts sucking on my tongue. Thoughts of resistance don't even cross my mind, and it's the opposite instead that my body craves. My hands have curved over his shoulders, my nails digging into his powerful back as the kiss deepens.
His tongue strokes against mine in invitation, and pleasure emboldens me to do something I never thought I'd do. I start sucking on his tongue, and his strong body shudders against mine.
"Elizabeth..."
My body bursts into flames at the way he says my name. I suck on his tongue harder, but he suddenly pulls away, and I cry out in protest.
Why did he—-aaaaah.
My back hits the steering wheel as his lips trail down the side of my neck, and I arch helplessly when he starts sucking on a particularly sensitive spot. It seems crazy to have all of my firsts with a man I once held hostage, but when I think of all of this coming to an end—-
No, no, no.
I want this to go on forever. I can't get enough of the way he's making me feel, and...oh!
He's squeezing and kneading my breasts while suckling on my neck, and wetness builds between my legs. I can't remember feeling my breasts swell and ache like this—-
"Shit."
The sudden expletive makes my eyes fly open.
"You're not wearing a bra."
"I was in a h-hurry," I stammer, "when M-Migs—-"
Oh no.
The moment I see Flint's jaw harden, I remember too late that I was supposed to call Migs 'Culo'.
"I'm sor—-" The rest of my words end in a shocked gasp when he suddenly pinches my nipple between his fingers.
"I don't want to hear you saying that bastard's name again."
"I p-pro—-aaah." He's pulling on my nipples like they're fruits to pluck, and the mix of pain and pleasure is enough to have all of my senses spiral.
"And this is the last time you'll ever leave your house without a bra," Flint grits out. "Understand?"
"I u-under—-Flint!"
All I can do is cry his name out as his head suddenly lowers, and he's biting my lip through the soft, knitted fabric of my sweater.
My heart thuds against my chest when I feel his hands start moving, and oooh. It's exactly what I fear and hope for at the same time. He's pushing my top up until my breasts are completely bare to his gaze, and I can feel myself turning pink under the heat of his stare.
"I want to taste you, angel. Can I?"
I never thought I'd hear anyone ask me such a thing, and oh, to hear such words from someone as hot as Flint—-
"Y-Yes..."
His mouth has already latched to my breast even before I'm able to gasp the word out, and I grip his head unthinkingly when he starts suckling on my nipple.