Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Not exactly,” I mutter back.
“Why are you packing her in?” Wheeler asks.
“He probably fucked her in the restaurant. I bet her legs are too weak to hold her up,” some other member says. I don’t even bother looking up to see who it is. I just want to get Skylar to our room.
“If he touches me, I’ll cut his fucking dick off,” Skylar hisses.
“That’s my girl,” Heavy brags.
“She’s not yours, old man,” I growl. It’s probably a shit thing to say. We all know how much he misses his old lady. Still, I don’t like a man even thinking Skylar belongs to him. Ever since my first taste of her, it would kill me when Breaker would talk about some idiot she would go out with. Thank God it never seemed to be anything serious. If it had, I was pretty sure I’d lose my shit. In a way, I was glad she decided to go to Cincinnati for school than stay home and go to UK. She was close, but far enough away I wasn’t constantly tortured. This way, I didn’t see her that often and that was a good thing. Whenever I am near her, my control is tested.
“Stop being a dick to Heavy!” she growls, slapping her hand hard on my back.
She hits so hard that I figure there will be a large pink area that looks just like her hand. I kind of like that idea. I want her marks on my body. I have a lot of ink. It’s high-quality work. Venom Ink is world renown. The owner, Venom, is a member of a club that I spent some time in before coming back home to Kentucky. We’re pretty tight, so much so that he’s done all of my tattoos personally. I may have to talk to him. If I can work the kinks out with Skylar—okay, very large kinks—she might enjoy a trip out to the West Coast with me. She’s out of school for a bit once she finishes her tests. We could spend two weeks on the back of my bike, traveling and getting closer. I smile because I like that idea.
Finally, we get to our room. I toss her down on the bed. She moves to sit up immediately. I know she’s going to try to get out of this room, but I can’t let her. We need to have this out. If we don’t, the distance between us is only going to grow and I can’t allow that.
I lock the door to our room and turn to face her. She’s standing and mad as a wet hen. I’ve heard that saying my entire life, but until this moment, I never knew what it truly meant. I sure do now. I fight the urge to protect my dick as memories of her earlier threats float through my mind. I suppose it’s good that she seems to have a fascination with my dick. I just need to make it more about me giving her pleasure than her turning me into a eunuch.
“If you think I’m going to sleep here with you—you’re crazy. It’s not happening. We’re over.”
I shake my head no. “We’re not over, Peaches. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but whichever you choose, you will be listening to me.”
“Fuck you, Torin.”
Pretending to be upset, I let out a sigh. “I guess it will be the hard way.” I turn to the dresser, open the top drawer, and take out my secret weapon. Concealing what I'm doing, I palm it in my hand. She’s unlocked the door, but barely has it open before I close it again with my foot.
“You’re not leaving, Peaches. We’re going to talk this out,” I rumble out, my gaze looking down at the way her dress hugs her frame. It’s so tight that it looks like she’s been poured into it. That’s probably a good thing. It didn’t move a lot when I had her thrown over my shoulder. I would have had to kill Heavy if he’d seen her ass. Many Doms don’t mind who sees their women. I mostly enjoyed having other men know I was completely in control of the woman I was with. I got off on it. It’s not the same with Skylar. I don’t want anyone to see my Peaches. What we will share is just for the two of us. Plus, I still need to get her to accept me—accept us. That’s going to be easier said than done.
“I am leaving, Torin, and you can kiss my ass.” I sigh. It’s like she can read my mind and insists on being even more stubborn.
I reach out, quickly grabbing her wrist and grin at her as I reveal the handcuffs I’ve been hiding. Before she can react, I lock one around the wrist of the hand I’m holding. Then, as quickly as possible, I secure her other one.