Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
My heart raced in my chest as I processed his words. "That’s what you think of…me?"
A sinister smile spread across his face. "Ask me that again after tonight."
I shifted back, bracing myself against the door, a mixture of fear and anticipation building within me. I grasped for the woman from moments ago who eagerly kissed him back and let him put his hand under her dress. One half of my mind assured me I could handle this—it was just sex.
The other was terrified.
Determination alone didn't magically transform me into a bad bitch that could overcome every challenge with ease--and Mateo Escuro was most definitely a challenge.
My bravado shattered into a million pieces as I realized the true danger I was in. The alcohol coursing through my veins offered a temporary escape from reality, but I knew it wouldn't save me from the perilous game I was about to play with this dangerous man. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes piercing into mine as if trying to decipher some hidden meaning. "Você tem medo de mim." His words were laced with a dark edge.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing bad," he replied with a grin that made my blood run cold. "Come here, Elena."
I heard him clearly, but suddenly I couldn't move. Every instinct in me screamed to stay put. He chuckled, seemingly amused by my trepidation.
"I can come to you," he coaxed, taking a step closer, "but I believe you'd prefer to be fucked in my bed than pressed against the door."
He continued walking toward me; his strides confident. My throat tightened as I tried to swallow the fear that was clawing its way up from my stomach. But even as my palms began to sweat and tremble, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. His hand reached out, hovering dangerously close to my face before coming to rest against the wall beside my head. The other dropped to my thigh like a heated brand.
A devilish grin spread across his face, revealing deep dimples that only added to his dangerous charm. His light-colored eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. I tried to look away, but he was quick to grip my jaw firmly, keeping me in place. He leaned down without so much as a warning and pressed his lips hungrily against mine.
"Wait," I managed to protest weakly.
He paid no mind to it. His hands roamed over my body like flames. Every nerve ending they touched ignited with a searing hot desire that consumed me from within. It was like a violent tornado ripping through my senses, leaving me powerless and disoriented. My pussy throbbed with need, the wetness spreading between my thighs as I instinctively clenched them together. Desperate for something to hold onto, I grabbed his shirt tightly as if it were the only thing keeping me from being swept away.
Mateo pressed me against the door, his solid body fitting perfectly against mine as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his cock against my lower stomach, the size of it causing my stomach to dip. His hand released my jaw and landed at the base of my throat, exerting a vice-like grip that made it difficult to swallow. His other hand reached beneath my dress, causing me to gasp.
"These are in my way," he growled, tearing my underwear with such force that the slight pain brought tears to my eyes. The discarded fabric fluttered to the ground as he focused on removing my dress. In seconds, I was left standing in nothing but my heels, completely exposed to his predatory gaze, his eyes roaming over my naked form with a possessive hunger. "You are perfection in its purest form," he declared before claiming my mouth once more in a searing kiss. He forced my legs apart with a roughness that had me sucking in a sharp breath.
He cupped my pussy, causing me to whimper. Slowly, he increased the pressure, watching my every move as he pressed his palm against my clit. His fingers teasing and circling but not fully penetrating. I couldn't help but bite my lip, my arousal building in response to his touch.
“Unbutton my shirt,” he commanded his voice level and firm.
"What?" I barely registered his words through the haze of my drunkenness and what he was doing between my legs.
"Unbutton my shirt." He repeated his demand.
I looked at his chest, the subtle rise and fall of his breaths drawing my eyes, then back up to meet his gaze. Slowly, I reached up and began undoing his buttons, willing my hands not to shake, pausing with a soft moan when he eased a finger inside me. “Keep going,” he coaxed. I did my best to ignore my body and finished removing his shirt, seeing his full tattoo in all its glory for the first time up close. It was even larger than what I’d seen when on my run.