Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I—you—” I sputter, my face hot and my body trembling under my dress.
“You brute!” I hiss, staring daggers at him even as the thrill of the forbidden teases down my back.
“You can’t just waltz in here and kiss me!”
“No?” Callum’s brow arches, like he’s amused. And I’m so caught up in that look and how unfairly and temptingly attractive it makes him that I don’t even realize it when he suddenly moves right into me again. I gasp as he scoops me close, and when he cups my jaw and crushes his mouth to mine all over again, I whimper in spite of myself. God help me, I moan into his mouth, sinking into him as his rough hands hold me fast and his mouth tastes mine.
I break away again, panting and wild eyed.
“I said, you can’t just—”
“Can’t I?” Callum growls. He moves in again, that fierce fire in his eyes and that smug grin on his face. And I am so close to letting him kiss me again, before suddenly, I react on impulse instead. My hand slaps across his jaw as he leans in, bringing a gasp of horrified shock to my own lips as I yank my hand back like it’s been burned.
Callum growls.
“That is the second time you’ve slapped me,” he grunts, his eyes blazing. His hand shoots up to grab my wrist, holding me fast.
“Trust that I’ve had far worse than a slap, but no more,” he growls. “Not from my wife.”
I swallow, pursing my lips as my fierce gaze locks on his.
“I’m not your wife, Lord Bruce.”
“But you’re going to be.”
His words send a shiver though me, rending me speechless even if there are a million things I want to say to him in this instant. Instead, I just glare at him, but even that starts to lose its power pretty quickly, and it’s his damn fault.
It’s his fault he’s so gorgeous, and so strong, and so…
I swallow.
And so perfectly tempting.
But I quickly shake those scandalous thoughts from my head. He may be handsome, and wickedly so. But he’s still a brute of a man. All gruff brawn and muscles honed from battle. And he’s so crude, with a filthy mouth and eyes that dare you to do something reckless.
And yet, the idea of him being my husband—of it being him who takes me? Heat floods through me, especially in places where it shouldn’t be. My eyes drag back to his, and I tremble as I see the hunger in that gaze.
“I most certainly am not,” I mutter primly.
Callum grins. “And now why do I feel that you protest too much.”
My jaw drops.
“I do not!”
“Unless, maybe you like the idea of being my bride?” he purrs, a temptingly wicked and lopsided grin on his perfect jaw. “Perhaps you’ve been daydreaming of being my little queen?”
“In your dreams,” I throw back.
“Oh, it has been. Outside my dreams too.”
He pulls me close, and I gasp sharply as his face dips to my neck.
“Don’t you touch—”
His lips brush against the delicate skin of my neck, and God help me, I moan.
“You were saying something?” he purrs.
I pant, swallowing thickly as heat blazes through my body.
…I’m losing control.
I shiver as his hand tightens on my hip possessively, pulling me into him like I belong against his rock-hard body. His powerful fingers brush over the curve of my waist, making me tremble as I look up into his fierce, dark eyes as they blaze into mine.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and somehow, I manage to make words.
“Take your hands off of me,” I breathe out.
Callum stays right where he is for a moment, fire blazing in those eyes, before slowly, his hands drop from my body. And he smirks.
“What?” I mutter.
His brow arches, and slowly, he drops his eyes down. I follow, and it’s then that my face grows even hotter.
…He might have let go of me, but my hands are still tightly gripping his tunic and tightly gripping his bare arm. I freeze, and when Callum smirks, I blush and yank my hands away.
“The thing is, little princess,” he purrs lowly. “We aren’t leaving this tower without you as my bride.”
I swallow, eyeing him as I slowly back away.
“No man is going to tie me down, Lord Bruce,” she hisses.
“Are you sure?” There’s something in his wicked grin that sends a tendril of forbidden heat teasing through my core.
“Because I would be happy to tie you down and show you what you’ve been missing.”
The heat blazes in my face as my jaw drops.
“Why you…” I sputter, my jaw hanging open. “You uncouth, filthy brute! You are no gentlemen, Lord Bruce!”
Callum chuckles darkly. “And I never claimed to be,” he growls, and before I know it, his hands have slid around my hips and yanked me right back against him. I gasp as I fall against his strong chest, and suddenly, his lips are on mine again. I melt into the kiss, again, before I somehow find my good senses and pull away, and once again, my hand comes slapping across his cheek.