Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“No, absolutely not,” I say but my voice is much too high. When did I start talking like I’m filled with helium?
He chuckles and his thumb touches me. Fuck, he touches me. I should swat him away, knee him in the crotch—that’s the foreplay he deserves—and run like hell.
I don’t do any of that. His touch lingers on my cheek, and my nipples feel like they might explode. I want his mouth on them, sucking as he finger-fucks me—oh, shit, I’m a horny mess, and this man’s worming his way into my skull.
“Alright, my pet fox. How about this. I’m going to take you into my room. I’m going to undress you. I will not kiss your lips, but I will kiss you everywhere else. I won’t fuck you, but I will make you come, and if I can’t make it happen, you can sleep in the guest room all you like.”
I groan. Fuck. I want this. I really want it, but I think of my family back home, my dead father, my dead cousins and friends, and this man’s the reason for all that. It doesn’t matter that his lips are delicious and his words are rewiring all the connections in my brain, turning me into some drooling, sex-addled addict, it doesn’t matter that he looks like a model and smells like a pine forest. I should be stabbing right now. Not thinking about his tongue licking me in a spot I’ve never been licked before.
“This is a very bad deal for me,” I say, closing my eyes. “You get what you want either way.”
“You think I want this?”
“You want me. You’ve made that clear. And I’ve tried to make it clear that I want you to fuck off.”
“You want me between your legs, pet fox. You want me licking, sucking, and fucking your lovely pink pussy.”
“Oh, you filthy fucking man,” I say but it’s not really a complaint.
“You’re right. And you like it.”
“We don’t know each other. We hate each other. Why are you doing this?”
“Because the moment I saw you in that wedding dress, I knew I had to have a taste of you, and why not try to find a way to coexist? One orgasm, sweet pet fox, and if I can’t achieve my goals, you can go on living as if I don’t exist.”
The bastard. It’s a stupid thing and not a real test. I should throat-punch and sprint. Instead, I open my eyes, lock onto his gaze, and nod once, feeling like a stupid fool and knowing I’m making the biggest mistake of my life, because no matter what happens here right now, no matter what he does to my body, no matter how good it feels, I will still hate him afterward.
Chapter 10
Fallon
True to his word, he undresses me.
No surprises there.
What’s a shock though is the way he stares at my body. I’ve never been so exposed to a man before, but he’s practically on his knees begging me to keep taking off every little scrap of clothing I have covering my skin. And each new inch that I reveal sends him into a shiver of ecstasy like he’s going through some kind of religious experience. I half expect him to start speaking in tongues.
Instead, once I’m in only a pair of nude panties, he lays me down on the bed. My breasts puddle to either side. He unbuttons his shirt, takes it off. I make another one of those awful whimpering noises—what the hell is going on with me today—as I stare at his cut chest, at the tattoos on his skin. A hammer, a knife, a lotus flower on his heart.
He comes toward me and I turn my head, trembling in anticipation. “No kissing,” I say.
His breath is ragged. “I know.” He kisses my neck. “Everywhere but your lips. For now.”
I let out a soft moan as he moves down me. He’s taking his time—the bastard—and I’m almost ready to explode as he cups my breasts. The way he looks at me, it’s magnificent, like he’s never seen a woman so lovely in all his days. I writhe as he finally, fucking finally, licks one nipple, teasing, gentle, licks it again.
“Would you just suck it, please?” I gasp out and instantly my ears turn red.
He grins but he gives me what I want without making me suffer. He sucks one nipple hard and I moan, losing it to the pleasure as he teases the other. Then he moves over, sucks that one, teases the other with his finger, pinching gently. I’m fucking writhing under him and all he’s done is play with my tits, but it feels so good I can’t stand it anymore.
“You look more beautiful than I ever dreamed,” he whispers, voice low and erotic as his other hand slips between my legs.