Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
To keep him from leaving. To make sure he doesn’t have the energy to call her.
That thought propels me forward, and I march to his bedroom.
But my steps falter at the entrance.
He’s removing his pants, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs, standing there like he knows exactly what kind of chaos he’s erupting in my stomach.
My chest.
My mind.
Every inch of him is sculpted to perfection. Broad shoulders, a chest carved from stone, muscles sharp and defined like they’re designed to taunt me.
My gaze locks on the snake tattoo coiling across his chest and abs in stunning 3D detail. Every scale, every curve pops in the dim light, making the ink feel alive, slithering over his skin with dark, hypnotic intent.
It shouldn’t make my throat dry.
But it does.
The way the tattoo moves with the power in his physique freezes me in place, and the Taser plan evaporates from my mind.
“Want to stay around and watch?” His lowly spoken question snaps me out of my reverie.
“What?
“You want to stay around and watch me fuck Jessica?”
I lunge toward him, pulling out the Taser. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
He slaps it away, letting it fall on the ground, then clutches my wrist. “We both know you won’t do that.”
“Call her and see what I will do. I fucking dare you.” I’m breathing harshly against him, trying and failing not to be affected by his warmth.
He’s too warm for a cold-blooded asshole.
“Then you stayed for option two?” He grabs my waist and presses me against him. “Where I said I’d force you?”
My throat dries, but I say nothing.
“I know you want me, Carson. I see it in your eyes, and feel it in your rage about Jessica.”
“Stop saying her fucking name.”
“You can stop me.”
“How…?”
“If you agree to be mine alone, I won’t touch anyone else, baby. Jessica included.”
“You’ll be only mine, too,” I say, my blood rushing hot in my ears. “My fucking property, Kayde.”
A smirk curves his lips. “Want to possess me, baby?”
“I’m not joking. If anyone comes close to you, I will break their legs and then yours.”
“Violent. I love it.”
“Do we have an agreement?”
“Mmm, whatever you wish.” He nibbles on my ear. “Will you let me fuck you now?”
“No.”
He lifts his head, and I can see the lines of frustration etching deep in his forehead. “Is this another game?”
“Not really.”
“Then what?”
“It’s just…”
“Just?”
“I won’t let you do it willingly.” I swallow, my fingers twitching. “I can’t.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Tie me up,” I speak quietly, not believing what the hell is coming out of my mouth. “Make me feel as if you’re forcing me and I have no option but to take it. I’ll enjoy it better that way.”
“Fuck.” His cock grows, nudging against my thigh. “I knew you were my favorite.”
My heart jolts and my own erection hardens until it’s painful.
We’re so sick.
And toxic.
And that puts a smile on my face.
Because I think this is exactly what I always wanted.
Kayden pulls away, a malicious grin curving his gorgeous lips. “Now, fight me, baby. Show me how much you want me to force you.”
18
GARETH
The fight drags on for a long time.
Too long, actually, because now, I’m panting, and my Taser’s been kicked under the bed.
What? I wanted to see him shake with electricity.
Didn’t happen. Instead, I’m down a jacket because he grabbed it, and I had to shrug it off to escape his grip.
But here I am, shoved against the bed, on my stomach. I lift myself onto my hands and knees, but he’s already behind me, kneeling, his legs trapping mine.
My muscles tense as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the ropes.
Sex ropes. I googled them. It’s why they don’t bruise for long no matter how much I pull against them.
I know I told him to tie me, but the idea of giving up all control sends a jolt through me. I try to elbow him, but it’s like hitting a damn wall. The guy’s all muscle, solid as stone.
“Get the fuck off me,” I let out in a grunt.
A low, dark chuckle rips out of him as he catches my elbow and then throws my arm away. “The more you fight, the harder I get, baby. There’s nothing hotter than your little struggle.”
He thrusts his pelvis against me, his huge bulge nudging against my ass cheek. It feels so hot that I get distracted, and he uses my lack of fight to start removing my shirt.
His long fingers graze my heated skin, sending a shudder through me as he drags the fabric over my head and tosses it aside.
My lips part when his large hands follow, gliding down my spine, vertebra by vertebra by vertebra. Then lower, tracing my waist, my stomach, my chest.
It’s like he’s memorizing me. Every ridge, every line, every inch of skin.
And somehow, it makes me feel worshiped.