Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Her lips parted, and he knew it was time. He covered her mouth with his, catching her scream in his kiss. He rubbed her clit harder, and she bucked violently under him. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, and he groaned and kissed her harder.
After, she was meek and silent, obediently letting Kyr take over as he righted her clothes.
Maybe he had been too fast, he thought broodingly, noting the way Pollyanna was nervously eating her sandwich.
This is the last time I’ll touch her, he promised to himself tautly. He would make sure she would only see him as a summer fling and nothing else, and to do that, he had to stop giving her reasons to mistake sex for love.
“Polly?”
She looked up, and the stars in her eyes were brighter than ever.
Ah, fuck.
He wasn’t the type to break his word, but his last promise might just be one thing he would never be able to keep.
Chapter Six
“What made you decide we should try scuba diving?” Pollyanna was asking him the afternoon of the next day. Again, she had on her usual shirt, beach shorts, and flip flops as well as her larger-than-life bag, the sight of which was somehow endearing itself to him for some strange reason.
“Teleios has one of the best seascapes in the world,” he answered smoothly. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on it just because you didn’t know how to scuba dive.” But this was a lie. He figured that with her covered head to toe, he would be less prone to jumping on her.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
When she came out of the locker room, Kyr had to take a deep breath and make a special effort not to speak. Her diving suit, which indeed covered her head to toe, also emphasized her curves to perfection. It not only made him want to fuck her, but it also had every red-blooded male in the vicinity ogling her.
Damn it to hell.
“I’m ready for my lesson,” she told him cheerfully. Her eyes darted behind him, and she waved.
He turned and saw Chris – good, old Chris, who was just as much a flirt as Abram was – and his deadly look was enough to have the younger man hurriedly looking away and diving into the practice pool.
Looking back at Polly, he asked with deceptive casualness, “You’re certain you can do this then? You’ll be twenty feet underwater, and the pressure can be disconcerting. You won’t be able to hear anyone inside your suit, and you might find yourself struggling to breathe.”
But Polly only laughed, saying, “I know what you’re doing. You want me to back down so you’re going to say I’m acting like a kid?” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Not gonna happen, Master Kyr.”
Idiot. His lips compressed. Stupid, naïve, goddamn idiot. He was jealous, dammit, and was too proud to admit it. Couldn’t she see that?
But because he valued his pride, Kyr forced himself to grit between clenched teeth, “Have fun, then.”
Settling down on one of the lounge seats, he watched Pollyanna walk towards Chris. Weren’t her hips swaying too prominently? He remembered how it was one of her favorite ways of seducing other men, remembered how she would laughingly admit to him that she did it just because she liked seeing him jealous.
And he had let her do it, Kyr thought with grim self-loathing, because back then he had allowed love to turn him into a wimp.
Jaw tight, he forced himself to stay there and watch Chris and Pollyanna talk. He wanted to punch the younger man every time Chris touched her, never mind if it was necessary. He wanted to haul Polly back to his side every time she smiled and laughed at whatever the jerk said. She was supposed to find him – only him – funny, dammit.
A sultry brunette in a bikini blocked his view suddenly. His first instinct was to roar at her to get out of his way, but he managed to control himself. If Pollyanna could have fun with Chris, then there shouldn’t be anything wrong for him to have fun with other women, was there?
And so he did.
The hours passed, and Kyr deliberately kept his attention on the women around him. They had come flocking to him as soon as they realized he wasn’t going to turn anyone away, and soon it was almost like he was ruling his own harem.
Not once had he allowed his gaze to stray towards where Pollyanna was, even though he kept her figure in the periphery of his vision. He knew the moment she resurfaced, the moment she went back down diving. And he heard her goddamn sweet laugh. He was furious at her for laughing, but he was even more furious with himself for being so unreasonable about it.