Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Ahh, careful,” I cry.
He rips through my flesh and I think I feel myself tear.
“You’re hurting me,” I murmur, but he’s not. Not even close. It’s a good pain—an addictive pain.
“Let’s get one thing fucking straight.” He pumps hard. “You don’t act like someone you’re not.” He slams me again and I am dizzy from the strength of this beast. What is he talking about?
“I wasn’t acting,” I murmur as he hits me hard again and I feel him all the way to my neck.
“When weren’t you acting?” He growls, the veins in his chest and shoulders all pump with adrenaline.
“When I told you I wanted you.”
He pumps me hard again and we both cry out. This is too good. He was made to fill me.
“Do you?” he cries.
“God, yes.”
He slams into me as we both hold onto each other tightly.
“More than anything I want you.”
He takes my lips in his and kisses me. Unable to hold it, I shudder as an orgasm rips through me. It triggers his and he groans as I feel his hot seed burn me from inside.
Out tongues dance for an extended time and suddenly the beast is tamed. Our touch becomes gentle, tender. I kiss his cheek and then his face and, overwhelmed with emotion, I start to shower his face in baby kisses. He holds me tightly in his arms as if processing something, and I feel the desperate urge to protect him.
“Why are you being crazy?” I whisper.
He pulls his body out of mine and my legs drop to the floor. He slowly puts me down onto the tiles.
“You’re making me fucking crazy,” he whispers as if confused.
“Stace.” I kiss him and wrap my arms around his broad muscular frame.
“What?” he replies against my forehead as he holds me. I get the feeling that he can’t even look at me.
“I got your back, baby, you can trust me.”
9
Stace
She lies on her side and smiles softly at me as she holds my hand in hers. Her long, dark hair is splayed across my pillow and she has a sheen of perspiration dusting her skin from our carnal activities just moments ago. I have never fucked the same woman so many times in succession in all of my life. I can’t get enough of her. She is blowing my mind and it is seriously pissing me off. My chest rises and falls as I try to regain my breath.
Fucking beautiful, deceiving bitch. I have so many questions. Who is she? What is she doing here and why does she feel the need to protect me? Where did she learn to fight?
I think for a moment as we lie in the stillness, hand in hand.
A cop. Is she a cop?
Fuck.
She’s trying to get to Vikinos.
I fell straight into the bloody trap.
Fucking idiot.
She has to be a cop, who else could she be? My mind goes back to when we found her as she came out of that back door. It wasn’t a coincidence at all that she witnessed that hit, but then she was crying? Why was she crying? I think for a moment. Do we have a mole on the ship that has tipped them off?
Fuck, I’m so confused.
I think about it for a moment. What if she acted vulnerable knowing that I would protect her?
She got me. She got me good. I thought butter wouldn’t have melted in her mouth.
“You okay?” she whispers, breaking my thoughts.
I fake a smile and take her in my arms and kiss her forehead. “Yeah, baby. I got a lot on my mind.”
“Like what?”
My fury simmers dangerously close to the surface. Wouldn’t she like to know? “Work stuff, nothing you need to worry about.”
She slides her top leg over mine and I feel my cock reharden. For fuck’s sake, enough with the fucking erections. My mind continues to wander. I’m going to have to kill her. Her leg slides up against mine and I feel myself harden further.
How? I need to get into the gun safe. I can’t kill her with my hands. I already know that.
She softly nestles into my chest and sighs happily.
Fuck.
This brings sleeping with the enemy to a whole new level.
She leans up onto her elbow and smiles down at me and then leans in and gently kisses my lips. My eyes close. I can’t keep them open when she kisses me.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
“Last night when I was at dinner, I overheard Stucco and that skanky girl with the black hair talking.”
My eyes hold hers and I fold my arms behind my head. “And?”
“He said he was going to kill you.”
“He’s a fuckwit and threatens to kill me weekly.” I run my fingers through her long, dark hair without thinking. Her big, beautiful eyes stare down at me and I feel my chest constrict.