Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
But is it already too late?
I brush along the sides of her arms, barely grazing her skin, and all the tiny little hairs on her skin come to life under the palm of my hand despite it being the smallest of touches.
“What did you mean when you said I stole something from you that wasn’t mine to take?” she asks, still looking at me through the mirror.
She looks so fucking beautiful in this dress.
More beautiful than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
And all I want to do is tear it all off and take her right here, right now.
I lean in to whisper into her ear, “You stole something precious from me… something I kept to myself…”
I place a soft kiss underneath her ear and watch her reaction in the mirror as I slowly draw a line down her neck all the way to her shoulder. She tilts her head sideways.
She sucks in a breath, clearly struggling with being so close to me. “Is this because of … Max?”
My eyes bore into hers.
No.
Not now.
Not him.
Me.
I have her now. She’s mine. And if he wants her so badly, then I’ll make her want me instead.
So I grip her face and force her to turn as I slam my lips onto hers.
CHAPTER 41
Ivy
I don’t even know what’s happening.
One moment, I’m overwhelmed by the mere touch of his fingers sliding down my spine … and then the next his lips are ravaging mine.
My God, the way he kisses me is beyond any kind of kiss Max has ever given me. They’re sultry and greedy, wild and deepening with every stroke as his tongue forces apart the seam of my lips and invades my mouth. Still, I don’t stop him.
He groans against my lips as he sucks on them, rolling his tongue around mine as if he’s been fighting the desire to claim me for his own all along. As if something, or someone, has been holding him back.
But not anymore.
His grip on my face lowers to my neck, fingers tightening around my throat as he pushes me up against the mirror in the back of the booth and kisses me senseless, breathless, completely out of my mind, overpowered by desire.
And still, I don’t stop him.
Instead, I kiss him back just as feverishly, struggling to maintain balance as his package prods into my belly, and a hungry groan emanates from deep within his chest, turning me on like nothing else.
What’s wrong with me?
When he finally releases my throat, I murmur, “Wait—”
I pull away despite wanting it so badly.
“No. I’ve waited long enough to have you for myself,” he groans, still nibbling at my lips. “I need you. Now.”
Fuck, this deal I have with them sure is trouble.
“But we’re in a shop,” I murmur.
“I don’t fucking care.” He grips my waist and lifts me with ease, using his muscular arms. “Let them listen to you moan. They’ll never experience the kind of pleasure I can offer you.”
He kisses my neck and drags a line down toward my clavicles, stopping only to rip my dress away with his teeth so he can suck on my nipple instead. And fuck me, my entire body comes to life under his touch.
“More than anything Max will ever be able to give,” he grits, kissing me senseless.
I breathe a hampered breath as he lavishes my nipples with dirty licks. “You’re jealous of him?”
“I’m jealous of what you two have,” he replies. “Of what you give to him. Of what he gives to you.”
The kiss they shared instantly invades my mind, but the image dissipates the second Heath’s strong hands grip my ass and wedge me against the mirror. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Even though it’s wrong, I still do what he says.
Not just because of the deal we have … but because my body is yearning for his touch.
The way he made me shiver was no accident.
I want him, just as I want Max and Silas, but I can’t say it out loud.
So I just let them use me and tell myself it’s for the best, that they’ll protect me, and I will come out of this unscathed.
Even though we all know my soul has already been lost to these devilish monsters.
“Higher,” he says, lifting me even farther until my legs are clasped around his shoulders and his face is right between my legs. “I want to taste you just like the first time.”
“The first time? When—” I can’t even finish my sentence before his tongue has already speared me, and fuck me, I nearly let out a squeal they’d be able to hear out on the streets.
His mouth expertly swirls around, spreading my wetness all over, lapping me up like he hasn’t had a meal in days. But it’s the feel of his tongue pressed up against my slit that feels familiar. Invasive. Like something I’ve definitely felt before.