Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
"I’d believe you. Maybe I’d even take mercy on you and stop if I actually believed you. But I can’t, not when you’re clawing at me like a cat in heat, grinding your pussy against my cock, your juices seeping into my jeans. The proof is right there, Flower, right on my fucking jeans.”
I gulp and shake my head, gripping his shoulders tight, digging in my nails. Fighting the inevitable. I hate him. I hate him so much… but at the same time, I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“I wish I was inside your tight cunt right now. So I could feel you squeeze me, silently begging for me to fill you with my cum. It’s all I could think about for days, but I'll take this for now. It’s better than not having you at all.”
I do my best to fight it. Fight him. But fuck, I can’t fight the inevitable. I can’t fight the pleasure that carries me higher and higher. I’m a star exploding. I start to shudder, and he holds me tighter, like he’s trying to hold all the fragile pieces of my heart inside my chest.
A flash of light appears before my eyes, and I’m swept away, my entire body shattering into a million pieces. All over again, I’m breaking for him.
The glass walls I've built around my body since he knocked me down that night are in shards. All of it is crushed to dust as I stifle my moan against his collarbone, my teeth sinking into his shirt as I ride out the last rippling waves of pleasure.
All I can hear is our mutual panting, then my own heartbeat and his with my ear pressed into his neck. As I float back down to reality, I notice he’s still rigid, his cock still hard against my leg. He makes no move to do anything about it and simply holds me.
All the fuzzy feelings leave me, and I snap back to my senses. I shove at his chest, and he pulls back an inch, his steel gaze meeting mine.
What the fuck do I do now?
Saying I don't want him would be an outright lie after what just happened. I can’t deny that. His fingers trail down my back in a caress, and slowly, so slowly, as if he’s trying to kill me, he releases me, and I slide down every inch of the front of his hard, lean body until my feet hit the floor.
My knees shake beneath my weight, but I manage to stand on my own when Drew takes a small step backward. The world spins around me. I know right from wrong, good from bad, but when it comes to Drew, all those things fly out the window. I don’t care if he’s the good guy or even if he’s the bad guy. In fact, I wished I didn’t give a shit about him at all, but I can’t help it. Not when he makes me feel like a bird that's finally escaped its cage.
I’m about to tell him that we’re done, that this cannot happen again when a rush of cold air swirls around me. One moment, Drew’s standing in front of me, and the next, he's gone, his body being yanked a few feet away.
My gaze lands on Sebastian’s raging expression. Shit.
His hand is tangled in the back of Drew's T-shirt, and Sebastian continues dragging him away, stopping only a few feet from the exit of the stacks.
I chase them because while I fully believe Drew deserves whatever he has coming, I don’t want Sebastian to think he needs to swoop in and save me.
I’m not a goddamn damsel in distress, and I can fight my own battles.
"Sebastian," I growl. "Stop."
He doesn’t even acknowledge me and rolls his wrist to untangle his hand, then shoves Drew, making him stumble a couple of feet backward. I imagine he wouldn't have moved him as much if Drew actually fought back.
Sebastian glares daggers through Drew, a look of pure disgust on his face. Those same eyes turn to me, narrowing to slits. I don’t get the disgusted look but more of a disappointed look. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him?"
Anger sparks in the flint Drew left smoldering.
"First, I do not need you to come rushing in like a damn knight in shining armor. Second, what do you think happened? Do you think I invited him here? The library is a public place. Anyone registered to attend classes can use the building.”
His shoulders slump, and he turns his icy glare back to Drew. I don’t know how, but it grows colder. "Didn't I fucking tell you to stay away from her? First, you attack one of my security guards, then you come here and try to fuck my sister in public. My sister, by the way. Mine."