Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
He cocks his head, studying me with that intense stare he can get. “You think I don’t fucking know that? You think I don’t revel in doing what needs to be done?”
I think…a lot more goes on in Tiernan’s head than I would have given him credit for. He can be vicious and cruel, and I don’t doubt he wouldn’t think twice about killing anyone—even me. But there’s also the man who loves reading books. The one who watched as his sister and I slept, even though deep down, I know the possessive streak in him wanted to rip me from that bed. He didn’t because he loves her. He’s the person Cillian and Rory would do anything for because they must know he would do the same for them. The one who, no matter how pissed I was, sent me out with Cillian tonight to protect me, to give me an alibi in case shit goes south with Michael Jensen disappearing.
“I know you do. I see who you are, and it’s all the things I used to pretend weren’t in me. But you did what you were supposed to do, and now you fucking let go and let me do the rest.” Cillian and Aislin were right. He has a shit ton of pressure on him, and maybe I’m a fucking hothead who can’t control his temper and spends most of his time pissed about things he shouldn’t, but I can’t deny that those words are true. And now Tiernan has me. I’ll fuck him, give myself to him, fight him, or whatever else he needs to help him deal with the other shit. When he needs to work through the pressure, when he needs to be tethered to earth, it’ll be me who gets him there, until there’s no air left in my lungs.
“Who said I want to let go?”
“Me.”
“Who are you?” His brows draw together.
“Yours.” I’m aware all this means I’m fucked in the head. I hated him, and part of me still does. I’m going to betray him. He pisses me off more than anyone I’ve ever met. We’re a fucking trainwreck waiting to happen. But I want him, and for whatever reason, he wants me too.
Tiernan pushes me to my back, kicking out of his underwear before he’s on me, his lips like fire seared to mine, our bodies a furnace about to combust. My lip pulses with pain from the kiss, but I don’t want him to stop, never want him to stop.
My hands find their way to his ass, squeezing and kneading his cheeks. I slip a finger into his crack, pressing against his hole, then wincing when he bites into my lip.
“Fuck,” I curse, but all his action did was make my dick throb harder. “That’s how it’s going to be?”
“You know it is.”
I try to flip him to his back, but Tiernan senses it, managing to root himself to me. He grabs my arms, but I don’t stop fighting him, bucking upward as he tries to hold me down. He’s hard, dick leaking on my stomach as we wrestle. Adrenaline pumps through me, doing this with Tiernan somehow breathing life into me. It’s wrong, but there’s also a rightness to it, one that I can’t explain and don’t give a fuck about either.
He killed someone tonight. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, and yet I’m so far gone, I feel closer to him because of it.
Tiernan winces when I grab his hand, and I realize it’s bruised like mine, both of us having hit too many people lately. But it gives me the moment I need to get the best of him, to get Tiernan on his back beneath me.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me here, little fighter?” He grins up at me, actually looking happy, one of his wrists in each of my hands as I hold him down.
And…do I feel happy too? Is that the strange emotion filling my chest?
“Make you forget that anything other than me exists.”
His pupils flare just before I fuse our mouths together. I kiss him hard, hungrily, show him how much I want him, try to tell him he’s fucked me up and I’ll never be the same…that I don’t want to be.
My hand slips off his wrist, but Tiernan doesn’t try to get out from under me. Instead, he pushes his hand under my shirt, grabs my waist, and pulls me closer. God, I wish I were naked, that I’d taken the time to rip out of my clothes so I could feel him skin-to-skin, but I don’t have it in me right now to stop.
I need…anything…everything. Want Tiernan to be lost in nothing but me. My mouth travels down to his neck, and like a fucking puppy craving attention, he drops his head to the side, giving me access, wanting what he knows I’m going to do.