Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Chapter 3
Dakota
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The way Ruin stares at me makes my insides gooey and warm, like a marshmallow toasting in a blazing bonfire. It’s the same effect he had on me when I first met him at the inn. There’s just something sensual about this man that makes me yearn to wrap my legs around him and never let go.
I can’t do that though.
Can I?
No, I can’t.
I’m a good girl.
For now, at least. Can’t speak to the long term, because when he asked about control earlier, all low and husky, my mind worked itself into a tizzy, imagining all the ways I’d let this man control me in the bedroom. I’m not sure what his version of “control” entails, but I’m aching to find out.
I’m half-tempted to head over to his room and lie on his bed until he ravages me. However, that can’t happen. So, I’ll need to take these naughty images I’ve conjured in my mind and save them for alone time with my hand, because I can’t give in to this temptation.
Before I can fully convince myself I can’t dabble with his dick, Ruin leans close to my ear and whispers, “Want to get out of here?”
Everything I just told myself flies out the window in my brain.
“Yeah,” I breathe. In my defense, he didn’t say anything about going back to his room. Perhaps we’re just going outside for some fresh air. I could use some of that right now, because Ruin makes my lungs feel like they aren’t working.
Outside, under the twinkling stars, Ruin wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
And then he kisses me square on my lips.
This isn’t a gentleman’s kiss. It’s lewd and carnal. Hungry. I meet his intensity, slipping my hands under his leather vest and exploring the muscles beneath it. He’s unforgiving with the way he devours me, sucking along my lower lip as his tongue plays with mine. It’s like he’s a starved man, waiting all night to feast on me.
He groans and runs his hands further down, gripping my ass.
Sanity takes hold of me, and I step out of his embrace. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“That’s what I like about you.” His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths. “Your innocence.”
God, he’s pegged me correctly, but I don’t want to be innocent. I prefer to be seductive and take it from behind.
“I should probably go.”
He looks crestfallen. “Why?”
“Because we don’t know each other,” is my lame answer, when in reality, I’m wanting to leave because I’ve never felt this level of attraction and it’s frightening.
“Well, as you know, I have a room at the inn.” He thumbs over his shoulder. “We could go there and just talk.”
I stare at Ruin’s hard ridges and broad planes, and know there’ll be no talking if I take him up on his offer. “I don’t really want to talk.”
A smile spreads across his handsome face. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to ask that question.” The caution tape holding me back snaps and I catapult into dangerous territory. “But since you did… I want to do unholy things with you.”
That’s apparently all I needed to say, because he grabs my hand and nearly drags me over to a motorcycle parked in the lot. I’ll worry about getting my car later.
“Ever ride on the back of one of these?”
I shake my head, admiring the chrome and leather beauty of the machine.
“That pleases me more than it should,” he says. “I like giving you your first ride.” God, the innuendo coming off that sentence is enough to incinerate my panties. “Just climb on and hold on to me tightly.” He helps me mount the bike and his eyes caress my exposed thighs before he hops in front of me. He presses my hands snugly around his body. “Hold on.”
With a turn of a key, his bike rumbles to life, and I grip his rock-hard body with my arms and thighs as he navigates the empty roads at an exhilarating pace.
It doesn’t take long until we’re at the inn, and he’s opening the door to his room. I’ve seen these rooms a thousand times, and have been in this one at least a hundred, but it’s different right now.
“Take your panties off,” he says before the door shuts.
“You’re very demanding,” I challenge.
He towers over me, his eyes darkening the longer he stares at me. He tips my chin up with his finger. “We said I’d be in control tonight, right?”
“Yes.”
“Now, take off your panties, baby girl.”
His gravelly voice hardens my nipples and compels me to obey. I reach under my skirt and slip my panties down my legs before tossing them to him. He catches the silky material and sits on the bed, motioning for me to step closer.