Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He relaxed against me as I kissed him. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, loving the way he clutched at me, opening more, letting me have what I wanted. Would he be that easy, that pliant if I turned him over and fucked him?
I didn’t know why this was happening, but I knew that I wanted him, all of him. Fuck, this was all so wrong. He was younger than Vito. I didn’t have any business—
Corey pulled away. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head as I stood and put distance between us, not sure.
“We don’t have to… If you didn’t like it or….”
“I love kissing you. I want to do a lot more, but I’m supposed to be your protector, not—”
Corey sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed. “There’s no reason to protect me from you. The things Lisa has done, you would never hurt people like that.”
I shook my head. “Do you know how many people I’ve killed?”
“I know you’re trying to scare me. That worked the first day, but I’ve seen you, seen you care. You baked me a cake.”
I took a few steps back, not wanting him to reach for me. If he touched me, I wasn’t going to be able to stop again. I should at least try to stop this train wreck. “I baked a cake and shared it with you. That’s all.”
He glared at me. “You baked it to apologize.”
He was right. “I don’t like to apologize. I make the rules for my life.”
“So how many people have you killed?”
I looked away. “You do not want to know.”
“Were any of them children?”
“No.”
Corey laid a hand on my arm. “Were any of them innocent?”
“No.”
“That’s the difference.”
I met his gaze again. “I’m not a hero; don’t you dare think that. I killed one of the guards today, remember?”
“Yes.”
“And that doesn’t scare you? Doesn’t make you want to run?”
He took a moment to consider it, but he remained relaxed. “I don’t want to run from you.”
“But I scare you?”
Now he was the one who looked away. “I came to you, didn’t I? When I was scared, I came to you. I wanted you to kiss me. I was serious when I told you that you could stay in my bed the other night.”
His offer was so damn tempting. “Corey, I’m not who you think I am.”
“I’m not sure you’re who you think you are either.”
“Fuck. I’m starting to think you were sent here to torment me.”
He smiled and patted the bed beside him. “Come back.”
I walked toward him, and he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it on the floor.
“Take off your pajamas and get in bed with me,” he demanded.
“No!” Corey recoiled at my harsh tone, and I hated myself for scaring him. “I… You wouldn’t like what you saw.”
“I think I would.”
“No. It’s… I’m a mess. It’s not just my hand.” He reached out for my hand, but I didn’t let him take it.
“Please.”
I didn’t move.
“Are you telling me you haven’t been naked with anyone since…?”
“I don’t want pity or sympathy or any of that shit.”
“But you want sex.”
I made a strangled sound, nearly choking on my own tongue. “Yes, I take care of that.”
“Without undressing?”
I nodded. “You do realize that’s possible, right?”
“Of course. I’ve had plenty of hookups that didn’t involve removing clothes, but it’s never as satisfying.”
Red clouded my vision. I did not want to think about him with anyone else. The thought of some asshole putting his hands on Corey, using him, treating it like nothing… “Don’t talk about your hookups anymore.”
“My hookups with men? Does it bother you? Is that what this is really about?”
“No. Fuck no. My sons are with men, the head of the family is gay. It’s just that I….”
“Didn’t think you were?”
“I’m not. I mean, I guess I might be bi.”
He raised his brows. “Might? Do you want to fuck me?”
“Jesus, Corey. I told you this can’t happen.”
“It can though. I want it to.” He stood and reached for the waist of his sweatpants.
“Corey.”
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you didn’t like seeing me naked the other day. You don’t have to undress, but I want to.”
I stared at him. No one talked to me like this. No one would dare. But with Corey…I wasn’t even angry. I was turned on. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t ask him to stop. I didn’t acknowledge what he said, but I watched as he pushed down the waist of his pants and let his hard cock spring free. He grinned at me as he shoved his pants down his legs and kicked them off.
He was naked, but this time, I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t meant to see him. I had to accept that I’d known he was undressing, and I’d wanted to watch. I wanted to do a lot more than watch. I wanted to touch him. What would it be like to wrap my hand around his cock? It was fully hard, the tip a deep red, pre-cum glistening at the slit.