Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
"You were gonna slit his fucking throat," I breathe against her skin, yanking the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts.
"Hmm," she hums, her breath hitching as my teeth skim her nipple.
"Weren't you? Fucking say it. You were gonna slit his fucking throat." I grip her jaw, pulling her face to mine. She cocks a brow, her sex filled gaze locking with mine.
"I would have slit his throat with a smile on my face," she whispers, rolling her hips against me.
I growl and wrap my fingers around her throat as I slam my lips down over hers. I'm not careful with her because the woman who just fucked up Mussa is not the broken woman of a few weeks ago. Tor may be broken, but she's evolved, she's dark and deadly, and sexy as fuck.
"I'm going to fuck you so damn hard," I say through gritted teeth, barely able to breathe as I grind my dick against her.
"Well hurry up with it then," she smiles like the fucking devil.
I shove her dress up, grab the sides of her underwear, and rip them off of her. I grip her hips with both hands and slam my cock into her.
"Fuck, Tor," I groan, as she clenches around me. A breathy moan slips from her lips and her nails rake across my shoulders.
I don't give her a chance to adjust. I hold her hips, grinding her against me. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me," I growl as I force her up and down on me.
A small smile pulls at her lips as her chest rises unevenly. She teasingly rolls her hips against me, and I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, cupping her cheek with my palm. I brush her bottom lip with my thumb, and her eyes focus on mine as she grazes it with her teeth, daring me. I adjust my hold, gripping her jaw and bringing her face to mine. I kiss her, then bite her bottom lip.
"I said," I move my hands down to her hips and squeeze, "fuck me!" I force her to move, meeting every fucking thrust with my own, each harder than the last.
She throws her head back and moans my name. I lean forward, pinching her nipple as I bite down on her throat. Her hands fly to the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin. She screams as she rides me harder, her pussy rhythmically gripping me like a fucking vice, her fingernails scratching over my shoulders.
I dig my fingers into her ass and squeeze as I force myself inside her as deep as possible, fucking her hard from underneath. My muscles tense, my teeth clenching as I come inside her tight body. I throw my head back against the seat, my chest heaving as I try and catch my breath. "Goddamn, I love your pussy," I breathe.
A smile flickers on her lips as she sits up and brushes her tangled hair from her face. She scoots over into the passenger seat, pushing her dress back down. "Good."
I never have in my life met a woman quite like this one. And I fucking love it.
I wake up, and Jude's not in the bed. He's probably trying to reap hell on Joe. I stumble into the bathroom and wash my face. I step back from the mirror and lift my shirt up, staring at the small, but very defined bump that is my stomach. I don't know how much longer I can hide this. Fuck, I shouldn't be hiding it, but I just... I don't know how to tell him. I sigh and go back into the bedroom, slipping on a loose sundress before I head downstairs.
Marney is sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking his coffee and reading the paper.
"You told—"
"No." I cut him off as I make my way to the fridge. I open it and take out the carton of orange juice, pouring it into a glass. "You ask me the same thing every morning, Marney, I'll let you know..." I open the freezer and screech. I drop the carton of juice, and it splashes my legs. "Are you fucking serious?" There, in the freezer, is Mussa, his bloodied head sitting there like a fucking bust. Vomit rises in my throat, and I slam the freezer door shut, leaning my head against it.
Marney looks up as he folds the paper. "Well, hell, what do you need ice for? The damn orange juice is cold. I would've warned you if I'd known you'd be going in the freezer. Gotta keep them cold, or they start to smell," he chuckles.
Fucking crazy arse bastards! I cannot deal with this shit. It's seven thirty in the bloody morning!
"Jude!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
Marney's still laughing as Jude's heavy footsteps come down the hall. "What in the hell are you screaming about?"