Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
People stand, gasping.
Letti calls my name.
And I think for a good second that it was a very stupid thing to do.
But I told myself I would never let a man hold me hostage or treat me that way again. Maybe I should have thought about my actions for a little longer, though, especially about where we are and who I just mightily pissed off.
Holding my ground and not backing down, I flip him the finger as I turn and stomp out to the driveway with every intention to walk my ass home or at least get far enough away so he doesn’t kill me in his backyard. When I reach the entrance to the property, it’s dark, and I hug my arms around my body as I turn left on the road. I make sure to stay on the side of the road as I hear footsteps running up behind me. I turn as they reach me, ready to kick whoever it is when I’m lifted into the air.
I know that smell.
It haunts me.
In more ways than one.
“I should spank your fucking ass for touching my damn bike, let alone pushing it over.” Milo walks with me, thrown over his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t steal other people’s property and then refuse to give it back,” I shout, hitting his back, but he’s not even flinching. “Put me down.”
Milo carries me back to the clubhouse. He stalks past everyone, and I hear my name uttered a few times before he kicks open a door and drops me on a bed. It’s bigger than the last bed, but it has white sheets like the other one. I run my hands over the sheets as my gaze tracks him in the dark. He flicks on the light, locks the door, picks up a chair, and places it in front of the door before he pulls my book out from his vest and sits facing me.
“I want my book,” I insist, holding out my hand.
There’s no point in trying to leave—he has the door locked, and his body is parked in front of it. He doesn’t say anything as he looks down and opens to the page he has marked with a piece of paper.
“Those hands, hands that will haunt me for days and days to come, roughly stroke every inch of my body.”
“Give me my book,” I mutter.
He ignores me.
“I’d always imagined what those hands would feel like, taste like, even as he would slide one finger into me before he would utter sweet, dirty words to me. I breathe heavier as they move lower and lower.” I realize he’s read the book and gone to a different part from where I left off.
I’ve read this part already, but having him read it? Fuck.
“I’m already wet.” He pauses and meets my eyes. “Are you wet, Elizabeth?”
My jaw grinds front to back as I stare at him with heated, angry eyes. “No.” The lie slips easily off my tongue. I think he can taste it in the air because he clucks his tongue before he goes back to reading.
“He does that to me easily…” He pauses as someone knocks, thank God because he moves his chair and opens the door. I stand from the bed and move up behind him, trying to snatch the book back, but I’m stopped by the voice on the other side of the door.
“I didn’t realize you had company,” one of his men says.
Ignoring him, I turn to Milo, who’s still blocking my path to leave.
I try to leave, but he catches me. Milo swears under his breath and shuts the door in whoever’s face, then pushes the chair back before he resumes his seat and locks his gaze on me. “Sit. We aren’t done.”
I try to snatch the book back and scream, “We are done! I want to leave, go and fuck some whore to get this shit out of your system.”
He chuckles at my outburst, shaking his head.
I turn and see a side table. Stomping over to it, I go to kick it over, but before I can, he grabs me by my hips and pulls me backward, my back slamming into his front.
“Don’t kick my shit! And I don’t want to fuck some whore. Not the way I would fuck you that is,” he says, his breath on my neck. He turns me around, so I have to meet his glare.
“Stop pissing me off. And give me my book back. Don’t you get it? It’s mine. You men can’t have fucking everything that… is… mine!” I scream. As soon as the last word is out, his lips slam down on mine. At first, I don’t move because I’m shocked by what’s happening, that is, until his hands start to roam up my sides, then slide back down and grab my ass. I open my mouth to say something, and that’s the only invitation he needs to pull our bodies closer together. I feel him all over me, and my body responds in a manner I don’t want it to.