Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Great. More alpha energy. Just what I need.
“Dr. Whitaker is waiting for you both in the den.” I gesture behind me.
Neither of them moves.
I glance at the bandage on Monty’s neck and sigh. “Kody and I need to talk. Please go to your session, and we’ll regroup afterward, okay?”
“Come on.” Monty jerks his chin at Leo and strolls down the hall.
Leo exchanges a look with Kody. Whatever passes between them satisfies Leo enough to turn and follow Monty. I watch them go, my heart still pounding as I pivot back to Kody.
Words abandon me in the vicious fury of his glare. All I can muster is a guttural sound of frustration and disappointment.
Veins pulse in my throat, a drumbeat for the war song I’m going to unleash in his face.
But not here.
I storm off toward the nearest exit, stepping outside into the sunshine. Kody trails me, his footfalls relentless.
I can’t believe him…attacking my therapist like that.
“Frankie, wait.” He’s close enough to stuff his drugging scent up my nose. Winter berries and wildfire with snarling nips of aggression.
He can shove that delicious, earthy aroma up his ass.
As I pass the rear of the main house, my scalp crawls. I feel something in my periphery, something that shouldn’t be there.
My breath catches, and a jagged lump hardens in my throat. It takes me a second to register that this feeling along my skin is the sensation of being watched.
I halt abruptly, causing Kody to crash into me.
His hands grip my shoulders, steadying us both. “What the—?”
I’m not listening, my gaze sweeping over the sprawling, towering expanse of the estate. Balconies, alcoves, windows…
There. My eyes lock on an upstairs window. One of the guest bedrooms.
The sun outside glares against it, casting the interior in shadows. But someone is there. I can’t make out any features, just the unsettling outline of a man staring back at me, still as a ghost.
The birds’ songs fade, replaced by an eerie silence and the pounding blood in my ears.
Who is that? My mind races. Oliver? A security guard? But why would they be upstairs? And why are they just standing there, staring at me?
“Look at me.” Kody grabs my face, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes, dark and intense, search mine. “It’s my job to protect you.”
I yank free with a grunt, whipping my head back to the window.
The shadowed shape is gone.
A chill skitters through me.
Did I imagine it?
No, it was real. And it makes my anger burn hotter.
Turning on my heel, I charge toward the guest house. But I glance back a few times, unable to shake the feeling that something is watching and waiting.
By the time I reach the door, I’m so worked up that I have to punch the security code several times before it opens.
Three angry strides into the sitting room, I whirl on him.
“What were you thinking?” I throw my hands up, voice shaking. “You can’t just attack people like that!”
“I can, and I will. No one touches you.” He prowls toward me, flexing his hands.
I stumble back. “He’s my therapist, you caveman. He’s trying to help me.”
“By helping himself into your pants?”
My airway catches fire, and I see red. “How dare you!”
“Oh, I dare.” His whole body bends into me, swallowing the space between us with snarling intimacy. “Is he married?”
“Fuck you. You don’t get to—”
He shuts me up with his mouth on mine and his hand collaring my throat.
I whimper into his possessive kiss, uselessly pushing against his chest.
The instant his hot tongue unfurls against mine, he wins. He steals the oxygen from the room, crashes over my anger, and shatters my knees into glass.
For a stupidly weak moment, I forget why I’m mad. There’s only the pleasure of his lips, the warmth of his hands on my throat, and lower, below his belt, the hard, beastly stab of his need.
The man views every argument as an opportunity to fuck my brains out. He also has endless stamina and won’t stop until I’m unstrung, soaked in come, and too exhausted to argue.
“No.” I shove out of his hold and circle the couch. “I’m not rewarding you for being an absolute savage.”
“Punish me then.” Prowling after me, he unzips his jeans and frees his tree-trunk cock. “Sink those sharp little teeth into me.”
Dear God in heaven, how do I say no to that? My gums tingle. My skin sizzles, and my pussy throbs like a clenching fist.
But I have to be strong.
If I don’t stand up to him, to all of them, they’ll walk all over me with their jealous tempers and raging dicks.
“I know you’re trying to protect me, but this isn’t the way.” I scuttle backward, chased into the kitchen, while sidestepping his irresistible hands. “We need to find a better way to deal with this.”
That doesn’t deter him in the least. With his cock jutting like a goddamn weapon, he’s hard and feral and wants to fuck me with all that possessive fury.