Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“I’ve never come as hard as I did when I was inside you.” His breathing sped up, his lips parting and brushing against hers as he rocked his hips in the V of her thighs. “I know you felt it—the crazy consuming shock of it. I’m going to take you there again and again, until you never want to let go.”
“Never let go of you?”
“If that makes you happy.”
His response confused her, and given the creases on his forehead, it confused him, as well.
“Be careful, Tate.” She stroked the line of his sculpted jaw. “It’s just sex, remember? We’ll have to let go eventually.”
Considering the state of her health, it would be sooner rather than later. But for now, she wrapped her arms around him and held tight.
“We’ll see about that.” He took her mouth in a kiss that stole her thoughts and bowed her spine.
The instant his tongue met hers, sparks of energy flashed through her body. He must’ve felt something similar, because he gasped against her lips and leaned back. His eye contact was brief yet poignant before he tangled a fist in her hair and returned to her mouth with an explosion of passion.
It was a full-body fusion—legs entwining, hips grinding, chests heaving, and hands groping and clutching. He shaped her to him, like heat melting glass, and she softened, liquefied, inhaling when he exhaled, moaning when he groaned. It was the best kiss she’d ever experienced, and he kept it going for a lifetime, letting her feast, savor, and soar.
When he pulled back, she blinked at him, dizzy with hunger.
His lips were wet and swollen, his pupils huge and breaths careening out of control. Knowing he was as affected as she was only made her want him more.
“Arms up.” He shoved her shirt toward her head and yanked it off.
Then he was on the move, his chiseled torso and hard cock shifting out of reach as he settled his shoulders between her legs.
“I fucking love your cunt.” His fingers slipped through her wet heat and circled her opening. “You’re dripping.”
“Tate…” She wriggled beneath him, hating and loving the way he spread her flesh open and bared her to his eyes.
“God, I can smell you.” He buried his nose in her pussy and inhaled. “The sweetness of your skin mixed with your arousal… You’re a goddamn sinful temptation.”
He pushed a finger inside her and turned his head to nip at her inner thigh. His strokes kissed along her inner walls, rubbing with wicked precision and setting her on fire. Her hand fisted the blanket, the other flying to the silken strands of his hair.
As he fingered her cunt and licked along her thigh, his thumb danced over her clit, swiveling and whisking and making it hum.
With his long digit curling inside her, he rested his lips against her mound and captured her gaze. “Did you use a condom this morning?”
Shame punched her in the gut. During her delirious puking episode, she’d told him she raped a man. I’ve raped so many innocent, married men.
The reminder swelled a sob in her throat and sent her scrambling to get away from him. She was humiliated, so fucking disgusted with herself, she couldn’t bear his touch or whatever look was on his face.
“Stop.” He caught her swinging arms and restrained them above her head.
She fought him for a useless moment before falling still. The struggle had shifted her fully beneath him with his legs straddling her hips and his huge body bent over her.
“Why are you doing this?” She glared up at him through a sheen of tears. “You can have your pick of untainted, clean women.”
“I’m not asking for me.” Holding her wrists in one hand, he removed three condoms from the jeans on the floor and tossed them on the mattress. “I need to know if you’re protecting yourself.”
“When I can.” Her voice broke into a flat, dead sound. “Sometimes I’m not given a choice.”
His eyes clouded, darkening with understanding. Like her, he’d been forced by a man. He didn’t just grasp the ruin. He’d lived it. But unlike her, he’d never inflicted that ugliness on another. Her crimes were hypocritical and heinous.
“How can you stand to look at me?” she asked. “Let alone touch me?”
“Do you enjoy raping them?”
“No!” A flood of misery crumpled her face. “I’m hurting them, and I don’t want to. I thought…” Guilt spilled from her eyes and down her temples, tickling along the curves of her ears. “I thought it would be better this way, but it’s not. It’s insidious, disgusting abuse, and when they…” She gulped down a sob and evened her voice. “When they come, I see the destruction in their eyes. They hate themselves as much as they hate me. I’m doing that. I’m—”
“Listen to me.” He gripped her chin and held her head immobile. “You didn’t do it for yourself. You did it for them, and doing so hurt you. Dammit, Lucia. I know you know that.”