Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“My father made it for me.” I licked my lips. “In Jamaica. We used to go on holidays there often. Whenever we could.”
Tate finally picked what he was looking for and closed the drawer silently. My pulse skyrocketed. His cock was now pressed between my legs, which had opened farther on their own accord sometime during our conversation, welcoming him in. It was hot and hard and thick through our clothes.
“We used to collect seashells on the beach together. We did that for hours. When I found this incredibly rare seashell, I was delighted. The Scaphella junonia only washes ashore after rough storms. Juno was queen of the Roman gods, married to Jupiter. So this shell represents her and symbolizes strength and power, grace and self-sufficiency. My dad made it into a bracelet for me. Gifted it to me on our last Christmas together. It always reminded me I could get through the hard times.”
“Where in Jamaica?” Tate kept the conversation going to distract me from what he was doing. His hands were nowhere on me, but he was grinding slowly against my core, which sparked fissures of pleasure all over my skin.
“Negril. Half Moon Beach, Green Island.”
Christ. I didn’t want to come from his penis rubbing my clit through our clothes, but I already felt my muscles quaking and tightening.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
His mouth was now directly against my lips. I could taste his cigarette, his whiskey, his desire on my own tongue. I wanted him to kiss me. My entire body clenched in expectation.
“Y-yes,” I admitted. “I do.”
“Rookie mistake.” He chuckled. “Never trust a sociopath.”
His lips slammed against mine, and our tongues found one another. My hands impulsively moved to his face, demanding more, begging, roaming, clutching, before he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pressed my back against the length of his desk, pinning my arms over my head. He climbed over me, his erection nestling against my pussy. I wanted him with abandon I didn’t know existed in me. His teeth bit and nipped at my mouth, and I got angry, frustrated, returning his kiss with my own boldness. With demanding strokes, exploring every corner of his mouth. His free hand was fumbling all around me but not actually on me, and then his lips ripped from my mouth and wrapped around my right nipple, and that was when I realized I was naked from the waist up.
What the…?
My eyes flew open, but it was too dark to see anything.
I heard the ripping sound of the fabric of my pajamas.
“I was doing you a fucking favor.” His mouth moved over my nipple, sucking it with insatiable greed. “That top was horrid.”
The dagger he’d retrieved from the drawer was so close to my pubic bone I felt it lick my skin teasingly. He was still holding the weapon he used to tear my top, I realized.
“Go on then.” I found his eyes in the dark, and they were gleaming with menace. “Kill me. I know you’re capable of it, Tate.”
He pressed the dagger—a letter opener, I realized—to the tip of my chin, nostrils flaring.
I tilted my chin up, still meeting his grinds thrust for thrust through our clothes, never breaking eye contact. “I should be on the list too,” I said.
“Shut up,” he snarled.
“If it weren’t for me, Daniel would still be alive.”
I had to push him.
I had to show him he wasn’t beyond redemption.
There was something brilliant inside me, something that deserved to be loved, and he needed to know that.
The letter opener pressed harder into my skin, not yet breaking it but enough for me to feel the pinch. I swallowed but pushed through, pressing my pussy to his cock, feeling it nestling inside.
“Kill me, Tate.”
“I’ll do you one better, Apricity. I’ll ruin you.”
He tossed the letter opener to the floor, scooping me into his arms, sucking my entire breast into his mouth. Every nerve ending in my body concentrated in the rigid, tight bud of my nipple while he suckled and teased and bit it. He freed my wrists, and his hands were everywhere I wanted them. Teasing my other nipple. Caressing my stomach, my waist. Kneading my ass. Moving farther down to my panties. The base of his palm pressed against my slit through the flimsy fabric. It was wet with my want for him.
A low groan escaped his throat.
I didn’t know if I could survive this man.
I didn’t know if I wanted to.
His mouth slid down from my nipple to the length of my rib cage and stomach, kissing and nibbling on every inch of flesh, on my sweat and my scent. I had never been worshipped before. Splayed on an altar and ravaged so thoroughly. Tate did not miss one cell of my upper body before his tongue teased my hip bones, kissing them softly, hooking his thumbs into the junction between my center and my thighs, spreading me open and nuzzling his nose into my slit through my knickers.