Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You mean f—” Ugh, the word won’t even come out.
“Say it,” he purrs.
The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. The heat between my legs is impossible to ignore. And God, Devil’s hot. The closer he is, the more I draw his scent in with every breath. Maybe he’s not the actual devil, but the temptation is real. So real.
“Fuck,” I whisper, barely more than a puff of air.
“I don’t think I heard that.”
“Fuck,” I say a little louder, and it actually feels a little good.
He drops to his knees on the floor in front of me, putting our faces so close our noses touch. The tension arcs like sparks between us. “There she is. Let her out, Summer.”
“Fuck!”
His lips are soft, softer than I expected. Everything else about him is so rough, but his mouth is like velvet on mine. He slides his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and cradles the back of my skull with his large hand.
I brace my palms against his chest, even though I have no chance of pushing him away if he doesn’t want me to. His heart beats steadily under my skin, maybe a little fast. A little excited. Knowing that it’s because of me makes mine beat faster too. As if it wasn’t racing already.
Parting my lips, I let him in.
If you count the funeral, this is my third proper kiss ever. And the first time with someone other than Crash. All that means to me right now is that I really have no idea what I’m doing, so I let Devil take charge. His tongue plays with mine while he pushes his free hand under the jacket to stroke my side. Through the thin dress material, it feels almost as if he’s right on my skin, and for a moment I regret he isn’t.
He’s a force of nature, and if I give him even an inch, he could sweep me out to sea and drown me in everything that I should be resisting.
He pulls away and I follow for a moment, not wanting to end the kiss. Not yet. He laughs softly at my eagerness, even as I pull back, my face warming like a sauna. He’s still got his hand around the back of my head.
“How’s that for a sample?”
I swallow thickly while I gather myself. “I—I don’t think that solved anything.”
“Mmm, you’re right. I think it just caused a bigger problem.” He chuckles and glances down.
Reflexively, I look and see the long length of him pressing hard against his jeans. I lick my lips, and sit as still as a frightened rabbit while he puts his hands into my—his jacket. He eases it off my shoulders and down my arms.
“You say stop, this ends. You got that, right?” He whispers.
I nod, not sure if that sounds like a threat or a promise. Maybe both.
“Good.”
Losing the jacket is having my armor stripped off. I’m left with bare shoulders and so much skin for him to see and touch. The dress is ripped to my upper thighs in front, and it’s gotten pulled around so much now that my cleavage is very much on display. When Grayson looked at me, I wanted to cover up and hide, but with Devil, it feels different. I feel powerful, even if I’m not quite sure how to wield that power. No one’s ever watched me like he does right now.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Let me fucking look at you.”
“Oh God,” I mumble. “I’m not—
“Shut the fuck up. Yes, you are.” He holds my head in place by the back of my neck, refusing to relinquish control, but runs the fingertips of his other hand up my bare arm and then over my collarbone. I wet my lips, not really knowing what to do. How to move. What to touch. My fingers grip his shirt as he leans in and buries his face in my neck, alternately dropping soft kisses on my sensitive skin, then nibbling it, sending tiny sparks of barely there pain racing through me. I never thought something like this might get me hot, but it does.
“That’s nice,” I breathe as his kisses travel to the hollow of my throat. I’m still dressed, but I still feel so exposed.
He lets go of my neck so he can push the tatters of the lower half of my dress aside, exposing my thighs. “I’m going to show you way more than just fucking nice, baby. I’m going to show you exactly how bad a good girl can be.”
He grips my ass, only the thin fabric of my panties protecting me. With his other hand, he slips one strap of my dress off my shoulder. Its structure holds it up, but a little more of this and I might as well be naked. I whimper nervously.