Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I groan at the sharp sting, so deliciously addictive as I lift my head to gape at him. “You’re kidding, right?” I laugh. “If I’m capable of getting up and walking my ass to the kitchen to make you a sandwich, that can only mean you didn’t fuck me right.”
Dalton laughs and reaches for me before hauling me onto his waist, his cum slowly leaking out of me. “You told me you wanted your legs to shake, that you want to still feel me tomorrow, and not to stop until you forgot why you hated me so much. And you and I both know I did exactly that. Fuck, forget remembering why you hate me. I bet you can’t even remember your own fucking name right now.”
A smirk plays on my lips. He’s right. Well, apart from the whole remembering my name thing. The moment his fingers sunk into my pussy, all that mattered was chasing that high, feeling the way he worked my body, feeling that addictive stretch. It didn’t matter that he’s one of the four men responsible for my upcoming death or that he set me up to be kidnapped. All I wanted was to feel something, and he gave me just that.
I roll my eyes, not willing to give him the satisfaction of being right, and collapse onto his chest. His arms circle my waist, holding me to him as our hearts beat as one. Despite everything, this right here is where I feel safest.
I don’t know how Dalton has done it. He’s led me into his trap over and over again, and each time I fall willingly. There’s something about him, a wicked charm that I find irresistible, something I can’t possibly walk away from. While this strange relationship of ours is still extremely strained, he will always be my safety net, my security blanket keeping me warm during this insane storm. The thought of pushing him away . . . Fuck. I know he’s Team Zade, but if these are my last days on earth, I want to make the most of them. I don’t want to spend these twenty-eight days in a blind rage. I want to live, and if that means letting myself fall madly in love with Dalton Eros, then that’s what I’m going to allow myself to do. Ritual be damned.
We lay together in a comfortable silence for who knows how long. All I know is that one minute I’m listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beating so calmly in his chest, and the next, he’s slipping me into Zade’s bed.
“Oh shit,” I say with a yawn. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he tells me. “Go back to sleep, Firefly. I wanted to go through more of those by-laws and see if I can scrounge up another loophole to save your sweet ass.”
I give him a small smile, and he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before turning and smirking at the state of Zade’s bedroom. “Hmm,” he says, scanning over the far wall. “Turd slinger? Can’t say I’ve heard that one before. Do I even want to know what it means?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Means how it sounds,” I tell him, a clear picture of Zade scooping up dog shit and slinging it through a park permanently engraved in my mind. “You can’t tell me he’s not the type to grab a shit right out of the toilet and start slathering it over the walls.”
Dalton gapes at me. “Who the fuck hurt you?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Not my fault Zade gives off dirty gorilla vibes. That’s on him,” I lie, knowing damn well Zade gives off smoldering, wickedly dangerous billionaire vibes that get me so fucking hot it makes me hate him more.
Dalton laughs and rolls his eyes as he strides out of Zade’s room, leaving the door wide open. Rolling over, I try to get comfortable in Zade’s bed and find myself staring at the words scrawled across his wall. Every single one of them is still true, but I can’t stop thinking about what Dalton said. How Zade is just as broken as the rest of us. How he was made to be this way from his father’s influence, and how deep down, he’s scared of becoming the monster I already believe him to be.
No amount of kind words could stop me from despising Zade DeVil. But I can’t help but feel as though I understand him better now, and that thought scares the shit out of me. There’s nothing worse than trying to humanize a monster.
Chapter 12
OAKLEY
Sleep is impossible to find, and it must be at least one in the morning when Zade finally comes striding through his bedroom door. The lights are turned off, and I quickly make a show of being asleep, closing my eyes just enough so that I can still see him making his way through his room. He glances my way, pressing his lips into a hard line before coming to a startled stop, his gaze lifting to the room around him.