Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Silence. “Did you fucking teach her that shit?” I glare at Devon. I know it wouldn’t be Jer, that’s not his style of kill.
Devon readjusts himself. “Yeah, every girl should know how to sever a man’s spine. Teach them not to break their hearts, but now my dick is hard.” She ignores him as her fingers shake and the bloody knife she’s holding drops to the ground.
Jer shakes his head, turning around to head out the exit. “I’ll call in the crew.”
“Devon, wait outside,” I say, my eyes on Isa’s.
Once Devon is out and it’s just Isa and I standing in the room, I tear off the beanie and the ski mask. When he shot at me—thankfully fucking missing—Jer was already on his ass and following him. It took Devon thirty-two seconds to throw his emergency bag into my R8 and another twenty seconds for us to kill the two guards he had at the front of the abandoned building, including who was going to kill Isa. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She blinks passed the tears, bringing her hand up to her cheek to swipe them away, only she leaves blood marks over her face. “I’m thinking I’m free.”
My hand finds hers, and I pull her into my chest, swiping her hair away from her face. “All that shit that you said in there when you didn’t know it was me.” She looks away, shame flashing over her cheeks. “Hey!” I snap at her, my fingers flexing around the back of her neck so she can’t look away. “Don’t fucking pull away from me, Isa. That, all of what you said, doesn’t mean fucking shit to me, baby. No one is perfect, some are just good at hiding their flaws instead of airing them out as warrior flags like you do.” I press my thumb over her bottom lip. “I could kill him all over again for the pain he instilled into you, baby. I can promise you that you’ll never feel that way ever again, and I’ll do my damn best to help eradicate it.” I press a kiss onto her lips, and she doesn’t move.
“You fucked Stacey…” I can hear the crack in her voice and I hate the way I went about trying to let her go.
“Please, you fucking know I didn’t. My dick only wants you.”
Her lashes fan out over her cheeks as she blinks up at me. “I’m sorry for lying to you. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
Running my thumb over her bottom lip, I slip it into her mouth and then pull it back out. “Are you done?”
“Done what?” she asks, her warm breath falling against the palm of my hand.
“Done running from me?”
She leans her head into my hand. “Yes.”
Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I lift her off the ground. “I’ve tried to distract myself from the fact that you’re wearing this sexy as fuck little outfit, but it’s time to pay up.” I walk her backward until she’s up against a wall. I slip my finger beneath her skirt and tear a hole into the fishnet tights. Sliding the tip of my finger over her panties, I inhale into the side of her neck. “Death makes you wet, baby. You’re definitely going to Hell.”
“Maybe,” she moans, squeezing her legs around my waist. “But you’re coming with me.”
I crash my lips onto hers as my finger slips inside her. She contracts around my finger tightly.
“Pull them to the side and fuck me. Right now.”
I chuckle, biting down on her bottom lip and tugging it roughly. “Always so fucking eager.” I massage my dick with the hand that was just inside of her while unzipping my pants. Pulling them down until my cock lands heavily in the palm of my hand. I pump myself slowly.
“Agh, Bryant!” Her eyes fly open and snap to mine. “Now!”
Lining her up, I slam inside of her roughly and her head collides with the wall. “Fuck, this isn’t over. We’re finishing this shit at home.” I withdraw and drive back in. Pumping her hard and fast until I feel her cum drip down my balls and her legs shake around my waist. I lick the blood from her cheek and grind against her. “You’re lucky I don’t hurt you.”
“Am I?” she teases, leaning over and kissing me. “Or do I like it when you do?” She pushes against my chest until I stumble backward, getting the hint that she wants to ride. I tug on her hand and lay down as she crawls over my lap until she’s straddling me. Her pussy swallows my cock whole and I watch as her body rolls over mine, her hips grinding over me. She flips her head back and my balls tense up.
“Bryant,” she moans, and I’m momentarily lost in the way her hips circle over my cock, the grip she has around my cock about the same as my grip around her throat. I drop my hands to her hips and squeeze, guiding her over me.