Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
I see red, moving forward and grabbing her jaw, getting my threatening face up close to hers. Of course, she’s not fazed in the least. My warrior. Still as gritty as ever. “You agreed the day before I married you that you would never brandish that word in situations like this.”
Pushing her forehead hard to mine, her eyes angry lasers, she takes my hand on her face and yanks it away. “And you promised never to leave me.” She turns and stomps away, and like the idiot I am, I grab her wrist, giving her the perfect anchor to swing. And boy does she swing.
Her fist smashes into my face with force, knocking me back a few paces, actual stars springing into my vision. “Fuck,” I splutter, feeling at my nose, which is far from straight since I met this woman. Jesus.
I wipe the blood away and pin her in place with an incensed glare. “That fucking hurt.”
“Good,” she hisses, but I can see she’s shocked herself. And now bracing for my retaliation.
Game on.
I charge her and throw her to the sand, pining her down. “Fucking kiss me, woman.”
“No.”
“Do it, Rose,” I warn. “Do it now, or so help me God.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks, thrusting her chest up, pushing her naked breasts into my pecs. “Kill me?”
Kill her? Oh, I’ll kill her. With fucking pleasure. I heave and puff above her, hating the goading in her stare, but also loving it. Like I said, electric and dangerous. I snarl at her, rubbing my face across her breasts, spreading the blood dripping from my nose. Her back arches.
“No,” she reiterates.
I growl and push my way to my feet, reaching down and hauling her up. “Move,” I order, spinning her and seizing the back of her neck, pushing her toward the villa. What’s about to go down is not something that should happen outside the walls of our villa.
“Get the fuck off me, Danny,” she hisses, wriggling, her hands reaching behind her to try and pry my fingers away.
“Shut up, Rose.” I wipe at my throbbing nose. “You wanted a fight, you’ve got one.” I manhandle her back into the villa, passing Keith on our way. He doesn’t bat an eyelid. “Get in there.” I shove her inside, slam the door with force, and brace myself for what I know is coming. I have always let her take her frustration out on me. It’s how it’s been from day one, and it will always be like this. I’ve persistently told her that the only person in this world who should be able to hurt her is me. And I will always let her fight back. Give me her all, because she’s long past being controlled, and I’d be a fucking dickhead if I thought I could bring her to heel. She’ll never have her back against a wall again.
Unless I’m putting her there in preparation to fuck her.
She swings around, her blue eyes dark and threatening. It’s dick-twitching stuff.
“Say it again, Rose,” I order, prowling forward, my scar tingling. “Refuse me again.”
She answers with another swing, her frustration getting the better of her, and I catch her fist, wrapping my palm around it, forcing it down. “I fucking hate you,” she hisses, and then she’s on me, making the first move, lunging up and smashing our mouths together. I move her wrists to one of my hands, using the other to rip her bikini bottoms off, and then she’s up against the wall, her body colliding with it hard. Our kiss is manic. Our teeth clash, our tongues spar. Yes. I’ve missed this. Us. I shove her arms above her head and drop my spare hand to the apex of her thighs, driving three fingers into her ruthlessly. She’s mad and turned on. Also standard. “So fucking wet for me.” I move my mouth across her face, homing in on her neck, sucking her flesh hard, marking her. She cries out, part pleasure, part frustration as I go to her chest, biting at her nipples, then sweep my fingers wide within her. “Say no to me now, baby,” I order. “I dare you.”
She whimpers dejectedly, and I smile ruefully, withdrawing my fingers and plunging hard. She knows a no now will have me halting this. So she won’t say no. I return to her face, pushing my forehead to hers with a force she returns. My eyes on hers. My fingers massaging her. My grip of her wrists flexing. “Did you miss me?” I ask, slipping gently around her clit.
Her body subtly bows, her exhale shaky. “Fuck me, Danny,” she demands, and I smile. She wants to expel her anger. I’m here for it.
I withdraw and spin her, pushing her face into the plaster, taking her neck, getting my face close to hers as I yank my trousers open. Her cheek squished into the wall, she pants, her eyes pouring with want. I take hold of my dick, guiding it to her, and with the first dash of contact, I choke, Rose blinks slowly, and then her tongue leaves her mouth, licking away some of the blood on my face.