Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
He wipes a hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
My eyebrows furrow. “Have you been holding back on me all this time?” Because that makes me even more furious.
He glances at me, then quickly averts his gaze, which is answer enough. I feel my temper rising. This is so fucking frustrating.
“I’m not some breakable thing.” I get to my feet. “Everyone keeps treating me like a princess, but I’m not!”
“It’s not that,” he says adamantly.
“Then what, Ford? Because that was the best sex of my life, and you’re acting like a frightened child.”
“You are breakable, Billie. More than you know.” He clenches his hands into fists. “I’m a killer. I know how to kill you a dozen different ways, and you so easily let me take control of your body. You should be more wary of me.”
Everything feels heightened and charged, and I’m about to lose my fucking shit. “Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t treat me like a child. Of course I know what you do for a living. I was in this fucking world before you were, so don’t treat me like I’m uneducated.”
“I wasn’t insinuating—”
“That what? That I’m not a fucking idiot?”
“I can’t control myself around you!” He shoots to his feet, and it startles us both. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. “You don’t understand my depravities. Or how addicted I can become.”
I’m so fucking angry that my hand is moving before I register what I’m doing.
Slap.
The sound echoes in the room, and my hand print reddens the side of Ford’s face, not that it did anything to budge the oaf. I immediately regret striking him, despite how furious I am, but when his eyes meet mine, that look of hunger and need is back.
What the fuck?
Glancing down, I see his cock’s getting hard again.
Huh?
“Do it again,” he encourages.
“But I—” I stop short because Ford is giving me insight into what he likes and needs, and I’m not sure if he wants this because he thinks he should be punished for something or if it’s because he likes it.
“Hit me,” he grits out. “Or leave.”
I swallow at the challenge. Ford’s trying to push me, and it infuriates me. I always thought he was straight forward, but maybe he really is as fucked up as the rest of the men I know. I channel that rage into my hand and slap him again. This time his face does turn to the side, and he grinds his jaw.
He’s on me in seconds, and my back hits the bed. A jolt of fear runs through me, until I see his expression. He’s not mad. He’s turned on, and his cock is pressing firmly against my inner thigh.
“I need you to know I’ll never hurt you, Chaos. But I’m not a sweet Prince Charming. I’m struggling to restrain myself around you.”
A shaky breath escapes me as I nod. “I know you’ll never hurt me. But I need you to teach me what it is you want.”
He lets out a dark chuckle, and it’s terrifying because I feel like there’s a whole lot I don’t know about Ford. “You and your body. We’ll start with that,” he says, leaning down and biting my tit. I hiss at the flash of pain, but the ache it leaves behind goes straight to my pussy. His cock twitches against my thigh, and it becomes clear that Ford likes pain.
I reach between us, grip his cock, and pull hard. He hisses again, the muscles in his neck bulging. I guessed right.
“Fuck me, you’re so going to leave here black and blue tonight,” he promises. I feel like I’m out of my depth, but I’m also curious as to where it might lead me.
“And you want to be marked too, right?” I ask, hoping I don’t embarrass myself with the assumption.
His gaze becomes hooded as he answers, “Yes.” And he shoves away my hand as he thrusts his cock into me, pushing our cum back inside me.
My eyes immediately roll back into my head, and I’m not sure what I’ve stumbled into. This isn’t anything like the random nights we had while I was in college. This is something darker and entirely untouched. Something to be explored. And I can feel my thirst for him has plummeted into another draining well.
CHAPTER 15
Billie
It’s my first day at my new job, and I’m fucking sore and sleep deprived. I knew it’d be a risk having a late night at Ford’s, but I didn’t anticipate we’d be fucking until five in the morning or that I’d have to sneak back home before Ivy woke up. I don’t want anyone else catching wind of this. Part of me knows I should stop, but I can’t. Especially after last night. I don’t know what the fuck possessed Ford in the early hours of the morning. He was like a feral animal, but I am so here for it.