Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I didn’t break our kiss as I undid the top of my jeans with a single hand. My cock needed to come free. A drop formed on the tip and soaked through my boxers. Her pussy was probably just as wet, desperate to feel my rock-hard length.
But then she stopped the kiss. “No.” She pushed me off her then rolled off the couch, falling to her knees before she stood once again.
My rage immediately came to the surface. No one told me no.
Ever.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I whispered. “Get back here. Now.” If she defied me, I had no problem pinning her on her stomach with her ass in the air.
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest like she was naked and trying to hide herself from my sight. “I only fucked you to save myself. I’m not doing it again.”
“Sure seemed like you enjoyed it.”
“Whether I did or didn’t, I don’t want it.” She turned to walk away.
I got to my feet instantly, grabbed her by the neck and threw her on the couch. “There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I get what I want, so just accept it. But if you fight, I won’t mind. Bigger turn-on anyway.” I yanked on the back of her leggings and pulled them off, revealing her perky ass.
She tried to buck me off. “I don’t need to run or hide. You won’t do it.”
I released a dark laugh. “You don’t know me very well.”
“I do know you.” She continued to fight underneath me. “Maybe you do evil things, but I know you won’t do this. I know if I ask you to stop, you’ll stop. I’m not afraid of you.” She stared at me over her shoulder, looking incredibly sexy with her pants pulled down and her ponytail loose. “Did you hear me, Crewe? I’m not afraid of you. So get off me so I can go to bed.”
I stared her down, my expression hardening. I didn’t move my weight off of her, but I didn’t move forward either. Her words pissed me off and placated me at the exact same time. She was calling my bluff, and I wanted to prove her wrong. But she was right, I didn’t think I could do it. I did a lot of evil things on a daily basis, betrayed people’s confidences and murdered men who deserved it. But no, I’d never forced myself on a woman before, even though I felt entitled to do it now.
She wanted me.
If I stuck my fingers in her pussy, I would be greeted with slick wetness. She couldn’t kiss me like that unless she felt the same attraction. She wanted me.
But she still said no.
My body obeyed her command, and I moved off her, my cock still hard in my unbuttoned jeans.
She pulled her pants up then got off the couch. She moved around to the other side so the furniture was in between us. She didn’t give me a gloating look. She didn’t look relieved either. Her feelings were a mystery, actually. “You know what I think?” she whispered. “You aren’t as evil as you claim. I think you have a heart somewhere in there—buried deep down inside.”
“Trust me, I’m evil.” Just because I wouldn’t force her to sleep with me didn’t mean I was a good person. I committed plenty of crimes on a daily basis. I’ve killed men just for getting in my way. “And I don’t have a heart.”
“I’m calling your bluff, Crewe,” she said with confidence. “I don’t know who you are. But I think I’m beginning to find out.”
I had more to say, but I kept my mouth shut. Getting women had never been a struggle for me. All I did was turn on the charm, buy them a few drinks, and I usually got them in my sheets within the hour. I’d never had to resort to force to get my dick wet. But then again, I’d never met a woman I wanted this much who didn’t want me. “Lovely, you aren’t going to like what you see.”
11
London
I didn’t know Crewe very well, but at least now I knew I was safe. One of my biggest fears as a woman was being taken against my will. The violent act was so sinister and dirty, marking my body and mind permanently. It didn’t matter how many showers I took, the past would never wash off.
But Crewe would never do that to me.
When I slept with him the first time, I didn’t know what else to do. I had to give him a reason to keep me, to give him a connection that would make him feel some fondness for me. Sex was the way to a man’s heart if food wasn’t an option.
So I did what I had to do.