Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Fuck me.
The resolve is crumbling. The self-control is shattering. My body starts to move on its own, and when our eyes lock, and that blue fire in her gaze sparks and sizzles into mine, I know there’s no going back.
I keep moving, and her breath catches, her cheeks flushing. Her eyes hold mind—wild and fierce but burning deeply with something forbidden.
This is a bad idea. This is a terrible idea. But nothing in this world is going to stop me now.
I move to the bed, and I lean over her, my fists on either side of her head as I hover maybe six inches from her lips. Nicole gasps quietly, her fierce eyes darting over mine, her lips quivering before she rakes her teeth over them.
“What…” she breathes. “What are you—”
“This.”
I move, knowing there’s no going back and knowing this could shatter my world. But also knowing there’s no stopping this from happening.
My lips crush to hers, her whimper tumbles against my mouth, and I swallow her moans as we go crashing together, hard.
Chapter Five
Nicole
The room spins, and all I’m aware of is pure fire roaring through me as his lips crush to mine—hard, bruising, and taking my breath away.
Oh my God.
I’m kissing the man who just stole me. Oh, it’d be nice and easy to say, “he’s kissing me,” but there’s no denying the fact that my lips are firmly pressing back to his. Maybe it’s autopilot, maybe it’s just force of habit.
Maybe it’s something far darker, and far more scandalous than that. Maybe being tied to a bed and kissed by a rough, dominant man like this lights a fire in me that it really shouldn’t.
I want to pull away, or fucking slap him, but God help me, I’m helpless to do anything moan into his mouth. My lips part, every voice in my head’s screaming at me to stop, but I can’t, and the longer his lips are on mine, the more I don’t want to stop. He growls into my lips, his body pressing mine to the bed, with one of those huge hands sliding up to cup my jaw.
I whimper as I feel… well, something huge press into me—a thick, rock-hard something that absolutely has to be like a gun or something in his jeans. His tongue teases my lips, and I whimper as I part them for him, he groans, almost grinning, like he’s won, and his body tightens as our tongues slide together.
His hand begins to tease down, sliding over my shoulder, and then my side, brushing just past my breasts, and then lower, down towards my hip. His other hand slides above me, and I gasp as I feel something cold and sharp slide past my wrist to suddenly cut the zip-tie around one wrist.
My breath catches, and suddenly, the voice in my is so loud I can’t ignore it anymore. I pull away, and before I even know what I’m doing, I’ve yanked my free hand back and slapped him across the cheek.
Hard.
His eye narrow, and I go white, staring up at him.
“I—”
But slowly, he grins.
“Not bad, princess.”
“Get… get off of me,” I say quietly.
“Sure you want that?”
I swallow thickly.
No
“Yes!” I hiss. “You can’t just… you can’t just kiss people!”
“Well, I just did,” he purrs as he moves up and halfway off the bed, one knee resting on it.
“I know that!”
“And you kissed me back.”
I scowl at him, ignoring the way my cheeks are burning.
“I did no such thing!”
He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”
“I did not kiss you! It was just…”
I frown, glaring at him, and he laughs.
“It was just what, instinct? You just had to moan into my lips like you were so fucking hungry for that kiss?”
My nose wrinkles. “Prick.”
“Liar.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re…” he arches a brow, smirking as he pulls back and lets his eyes just slide right over me. I want to hide away, but then, I also don’t.
Like, at all.
His eyes on me leaving a heated, tingling feeling in their wake, and I shiver, feeling my skin burn under his hungry gaze.
“And you’re still not wearing any clothes,” he growls quietly.
“Gee, who’s fault is that?”
He grins.
“Take a picture, it might last longer,” I snap.
“I’ve got a camera in the other room.”
My eyes widen, and I stare at him.
“Don’t you dare.”
He chuckles.
“I’m just saying, you definitely kissed me back.”
“I did n—”
“And I think you liked it.”
“I did not!”
“Didn’t we cover lying?”
I groan, balling my hands into fists. “Are you always this much of an asshole?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Suddenly, I gasp as he moves right back over me, pinning me to the bed and taking my breath away.
“We could try again, see if it was a fluke.”
My pulse roars in my ears, and my skin tingles with pure fire.
“Don’t you da—”
I moan as he kisses me again, instantly melting against his rock-hard body and feeling the sizzling thrill of his lips searing to mine.