Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Jordy, I’m sorry.”
Angling her head, she eyes me with her hair half obscuring her face. “You’re not my master.”
“No, I’m not.” I bite back anything else I might add. I don’t want to be her master. Do I?
She’s frowning thoughtfully, her narrowed eyes flicking up and down my body. Sizing me up, weighing me. I get the feeling she sees every part of me. For the first time in my life, I’m not proud of who I am.
Even if I wanted to own her, she shouldn’t allow it. I don’t measure up.
“Jordy…” her name is sweet on my tongue. “I’m not a good man.”
Her frown deepens.
“I’ve… done things. It’s not that I’m not proud of them, it’s just that what I am, what I do, it doesn’t fit in the normal world. The world you live in. The world you deserve.” Fates, I’m not explaining this right. “I’m not like normal guys.”
Understanding lights her eyes. “I don’t want normal.”
I sigh hard enough to blow her hair back. My hand finds her face. She closes her eyes. There’s a picture, my tattooed and fight roughed hands on either side of her sweet freckled cheeks. She’s so perfect and innocent. My skin looks dirty against hers. I don’t want to touch her. I don’t want to ruin what she is.
But I will. If she stays.
“I should send you away.”
“Where would you send me?”
“Somewhere safe,” I mutter against her hair. “Somewhere far away…from me.”
“I don’t want to go.” Her hand seeks my cheek. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here. With you.”
“You can’t know that. You don’t know what I’ve done. What I plan to do….”
She turns and draws the dress over her head, turning a little. I stand stunned as she lets the clothing drop to the floor and smiles at me over her shoulder. Her hips sway, and all the blood rushes out of my head, going straight to my dick.
“Well?” She pauses in the doorway of my bedroom. “Are you coming or not?”
Chapter 11
Grizz
“Fates,” I mutter and stride to her so quickly, her eyes widen. I scoop her up in my arms and toss her on the bed so fast she gasps.
I draw back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She’s laughing. “This is what I wanted.” Her hands roam over me and when I find her mouth and claim it, she arches into the kiss.
Then she wriggles down my body.
“Kit—?” I go to grab her, haul her back up, but her hands are busy on my jeans and I freeze.
“Shh,” she says. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
I huff. “That’s my line.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I know. I want to.” She unbuttons and unzips and opens my jeans like unwrapping a present. It’s dark, but I feel the reverence in her touch. Hot breath hits my skin.
“Hang on.” I can’t believe I’m stalling her, but the chance to watch her is too perfect to pass up. “I want to see you.”
I reach over, flick on the light.
She blinks up at me. I lie back and let her settle over me, reaching to stroke her face.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
“Mmm,” she purrs, and nuzzles my cock. She starts kissing it, her eyes closed as if she’s reached nirvana. Fates, she’s not gonna suck my cock, she’s gonna worship it.
Her head drops and I groan as she licks my balls, swirling her tongue like she’s licking an ice cream cone. Dizzy with pleasure, I let her take her sweet time. How did I get this lucky?
“Jordy…baby…you gotta stop.”
She jerks her head up. “You don’t like it?”
“You know I love it. But I’m gonna explode.”
She smiles, and I see the vixen in her.
“Naughty,” I growl. “Suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fates, I’m gonna blow. “Now,” I order and she sits up, dipping her head down immediately.
That’s when I see it, a white mass of scars over her left breast.
“What the fuck?”
Her head snaps up, worry creasing her brow.
I touch the raised flesh, white weals where the skin was marred and healed. How have I not noticed this before?
“It’s nothing,” she says, her expression dulling. A huge change from her usual sunny self. Like light shutting off.
“He fucking mauled you.” I splay my hand over the raised flesh, so angry I can’t see straight.
Jordy bows her head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Who did this to you? Was it Augustine?” I can barely growl out his name.
Her eyes closed, she shakes her head. I catch her hair, holding her still. “Who?”
“I don’t know. He was another vampire. I don’t know who he was. Augustine gave me to him…as a reward. You know my relationship with him. I did as I was told.”
“And he hurt you.” It’s not a question. Fangs tearing into her like that, it had to hurt.
She jerks away and sits on the edge of the bed, folding into herself. I get a lungful of her scent. Not fear, not anger.