Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“I listened to them,” she says. “Seems like you did a lot of pretending to be an asshole. You might scare some people, but you will never scare me. And after I finished with those women, you don’t scare them either.”
Her stubbornness is arousing. Her lips tempt me, full and dewy. A taste. One taste is all I need. No, I warn myself. There is no such thing with Addie. “Will you never stop being a damn fool?”
“Will you?” she half pants, half whispers.
“Damn you, woman,” I hiss, my hand gliding over her slender waist to the swell of her breast that fits perfectly in my palm. “Is that what you want, Addie?” Her nipple stiffens beneath my touch, and I rub it through her clothing. “You want me to touch you?”
She arches into my touch. “Yes.”
“You want me to pleasure you?” I ask roughly, shoving down her top and bra in one deft move, freeing her nipple and tugging. She moans, one of her sweet, sexy moans, and I’m hotter, harder.
I scoop her perfect perky ass and mold her hips to mine. She rewards me with a sweet, aroused sound that vibrates through my body and thickens my cock.
I dip my head and inhale the scent of her. “You smell like spring.” I brush my lips over hers, and I’m not sure how I will ever live without her. “You taste like candy. I could lick you from head to toe and do it all over again. Spread you wide and taste you when you come.”
She shivers. “Isn’t this against the rules you’ve set? No touching? No talking? No—”
I rotate her and press her to the wall, pressing her hands to the wall, ensuring she doesn’t touch me. “What part of I’m trying to do what’s right do you not understand?”
“I’m sorry, but I think your hand on my breast and your cock thick against my belly are a little contradictory to your hands-off declaration, Creed.” Her voice vibrates with anger. “What do you want from me? I love you, damn it.”
“Don’t,” I rage, my damn hair escaping the tie at my neck and falling wildly around my face. “Don’t love me, Addie.” With every bit of will I have left, I push away from her, distancing myself.
She turns around, letting her head fall back against the wall, and Lord, help me, my gaze sweeps the stiff peaks of her nipples, puckered in the cool air of the apartment.
I take another step backward.
“I don’t know how to get through to you,” she whispers softly, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know if I should even be trying.” Her chin lowers, and she stares at me with so much pain and so much helplessness etched in her face that I can barely breathe knowing I’ve done this to her. “I need you, Creed, and I know you need me. I know you need me to love you more than you hate yourself. I do. And that’s the only reason I’m still here. Because you’re standing on a deserted island of your own creation, and I’m in a lifeboat, trying to get to you.” She pulls her shirt up and pushes off the wall, walks to the kitchen, and returns a second later with a knife in her hand.
What the hell?
“This is how sure I am of our bond. How much I love you. How much I want you to stop pushing me away.” Before I understand her intent, before I have any idea what she plans, she’s already acted. She slices her palm, blood spilling from the delicate, pale skin. The knife falls from her hand. “Oh God. Oh God. Okay, that hurt more than I thought it would.” Her voice creeks from her lips.
I’m by her side in an instant, scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom. “Are you insane, woman?” I set her on the counter, grab a towel, and wrap it around her hand. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers, her face downturned, her voice cracking with a hint of agony.
I press my forehead to hers and run a hand down her hair. “Addie.” I whisper and tilt her chin upward, her gaze to mine, her green eyes glistening. She’s stunningly human, and I can’t take that from her. “We have to go get you stitches.”
“You heal me,” she says, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You, Creed. Whatever you are, we are together, in life or death.” She sucks in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to do this without you, any of it.”
I go still with those words reaching inside my soul and speaking to me. Words I have thought about her a million times. I don’t want to do any of this without her. I think of her outside of Sunrise City, of the Zodius hunting us, and how easily she could have taken a bullet that ended her. Yes, she dies if I die, but she has a far better chance of surviving as a GETCH than otherwise.