Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 753(@200wpm)___ 602(@250wpm)___ 502(@300wpm)
“Leave me alone.” The words set fire to my throat.
He didn’t say he didn’t.
“No.”
Simple answer. No effort. No need to prove anything to me.
My eyes harden on his. “Leave.”
“I’m not fucking going anywhere, Halen. So shut the fuck up and get in bed.”
I shove him away with my hands on his bare chest. “War! I said go the fuck—” He catches my hands with his and flips me around until my back hits the mattress with a heavy thud. The lamp on the bedside table rattles as the weight of his body presses into mine.
His thigh widens the distance between mine. “No.”
The air thickens around us as I struggle to breathe, and the thin material of my camisole does nothing to hide the swell of my nipples against his chest. “I hate you.” The words leave me as a sob, but his lips brush over mine anyway, as if he’d take whatever I say to him however he could.
His fingers above my head lace with mine, and everything inside of me detonates. Suddenly I’m aware of everything. The breath expelling from his lungs that leave a whisper of promises over my lips, and his skin that burns as a threatening reminder of his rage.
Not even the infinite muscles that ripple over his chest can hide the pounding of his heart over mine. His thigh shifts higher until it’s a wall against me. The gasp that leaves me only has the hardness of his cock grinding against me.
This is a problem since we’re so goddamn close. Everywhere. Except there.
His finger twitches against mine. “You don’t hate me, Halen.”
My mouth dries. I don’t like him being close like this. I like our sex when it’s careless. Angry. Emotionally sadistic when he’s inflicting pain. That’s familiar.
This is dangerous. This is forbidden waters for both of us.
“I do,” I whisper, braving myself to search the speckles of gold in his cyan-tinted eyes. My gaze falls to his lips when I can’t take looking into them any longer. It doesn’t help, since his lips are carved for every girl’s wet dream.
“You don’t hate me.”
A single tear rolls down the side of my cheek and he shifts his weight, as the warmth of his tongue follows the path it just fell from.
The anger is crippling as my head tilts. I’m angry with myself for showing too much, and angry at my traitorous heart for wanting the only thing that could destroy it.
With his cheek pressed to mine, his lips brush my ear. As if trying to remain in control of whatever he’s been fighting recently. “Fuck, Halen.”
A simple exhausted cuss, and my insides are gravy.
The cushion of his lips glides over the hard bone of my jaw. His teeth catch my skin, as he nibbles his way down to my chin.
He raises himself up by his elbow, until he’s staring down at me with the same blue eyes that I’ve both loved and hated simultaneously throughout my life.
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But my legs fall open, allowing him full access.
The corner of his mouth twitches as he slips his other leg in between.
Brushing his nose over mine, he pauses, a whisper away from my lips. “I didn’t mean anything I said.” His words hit their intended target when the butterflies in my stomach burn to ash.
“Which part?” My eyes cross as I peer up at him. This is the first time since we’ve fucked around that it’s just him and I in one room. Alone. Not being interrupted, watched, or to prove anything. It feels different.
My fingers trace the corded muscles in his arms, following the deep contours of his biceps. I want to ask him again, but I’m too afraid it’ll start a fight. A fight that I don’t have the energy for tonight.
He thrusts against me with such slow finesse, the pressure of the movement lifts my hips from the bed. A hand slips beneath my thigh to catch me from falling. “You fucked up by letting me hit, Halen. I’m a jealous man, even when it comes to your torment.” He dampens my lips with his tongue. “Especially when it comes to your torment. So now I’m gonna fuck you until the only pain you ever feel going forward will be the bruises left over by my cock.”
Words fail me, but it doesn’t matter because his mouth covers mine and the silk of his tongue tastes every inch of my own. The room tilts to the side as my stomach strangles itself in an attempt to slow the fire that’s spreading through my veins.
With lithe, methodical pacing, his lips mirror mine, sucking my lower one into his mouth and catching it between his teeth.
My fingers flex around the back of his neck to hold him in place, leaning up further to deepen the kiss. I wait for him to do something so War—like deny me of it just to be an asshole, but he doesn’t.