Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“I know.”
“I think about murdering you every second of every day.”
“I know,” he says again and steps toward me.
“You disgust me.”
“I know.” Another step, and I can smell his cologne.
“I have the worst taste in men,” I spit out.
“You do.”
“You suck—”
I lost this battle the second I heard his voice. He captures my neck, pulling me to him. His mouth fuses to mine, and it’s game over. I drop everything, wrap my hands around his neck, and jump into his arms, his large hands squeezing my ass. He’s already hard against me as he presses me against the wall. His kiss is savage and demanding, and I return it with just as much fervor. My fingers slide into his hair, fisting it tightly, needing more of his mouth.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate you.”
“And you should,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth down my neck and sucking in the flesh of my collarbone. “You should despise me for what I did.” He cups my breast, pinching my hard nipple. “You should tell me to stop and run as far away from me as you can.” His head dips and his teeth replace his fingers on my nipple. My head falls back, and I let out a hoarse moan.
His hand slides down my belly into the waistband of my pants. His grunt of approval sets me on fire as he slides his hand between my soaked thighs and thrusts a finger deep inside me. “This is the last time you’re going to see me,” I moan, working my hips against his hand. Knowing what I want, he grants me two then three thick digits, murmuring filthy words in my ear as he pumps in and out.
“This greedy little pussy wants more than my fingers, doesn’t it?”
I nod in desperation. “Yes,” I pant. “More, please,” I beg.
“That’s the thing I love about you, Minds. You’re always so greedy for my touch. You need me just as much as I need you.” I’m so lost in the sensation that I almost miss it. That’s the thing I love about you.
“What?”
He just said he loved me—now?
“You heard me.” He sucks at my earlobe, and I slam my palms into his chest, shoving him off me. He jerks backward, and I drop to the floor.
“You asshole!”
“I tell you I love you and that makes me an asshole?”
I step up and shove him again. “You love me?”
“Yes.”
“And you think saying it now is going to fix the damage you’ve caused?” I demand.
“No. Fuck. But I do. I know I messed up—”
“You did more than mess up. You betrayed me!” I yell. “You gave up on me! And why? Because I’m human and made a mistake? Or because I told you how I felt?”
He grabs the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”
“That’s not an answer!” I scream. “You—you…left me.” The walls I’ve built crumble. My lip quivers, and the tears come. “You told me you would keep me safe. You promised me!” I slam my fists into his chest, and he takes every hit.
“I know. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did.”
“I hate you,” I cry out, falling apart in his arms. My knees buckle, and he catches me. “I hate that I love you, and I hate you for that too.” I hide my face in his chest and cry.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he murmurs into my hair. “You deserve to hate me. But I can’t go on without you understanding why I did it.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. The damage is already done.”
He cups my cheeks, forcing my eyes to his. “If you want that, I’ll let you go. And this will be the last time you’ll see me. But I don’t think that’s what you want. And I pray it ain’t.”
He doesn’t get it. He just doesn’t understand. Breaking free from his hold, I walk over to the papers I dropped and throw them at him. “Why?”
They fall to the ground. He doesn’t bother to look at them, his eyes trained on me. “Because you deserve to be happy.”
“You used the trust money. Why?”
“You know why.”
“I want you to tell me,” I say, my voice firm.
“Because it’s the only way I know how to fix what I’ve done. I led you right to that bastard. I caused this. I was supposed to protect you and didn’t.” He pauses to take a breath as I wipe away a tear. “I felt like I was dying every second he had you. Minds…” He takes another step but stops himself from coming any closer. “You became this enigma to me. This beautiful soul that somehow broke through my darkness. I’d been in a dark place for a long time. Fuck, I don’t remember my life ever not being ugly. Then you walked through Monroe’s door with that attitude and feisty mouth. You were this big personality and beauty, and God, I wanted to protect you, but I wanted you to be mine more. I told myself there was no way someone like you would ever see a piece of shit like me for anything other than what I was. But you were so persistent and aggravating, and you drove me up a damn wall. And I wanted you so bad, it scared the hell out of me.”