Total pages in book: 260
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 245483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1227(@200wpm)___ 982(@250wpm)___ 818(@300wpm)
“Please,” I whimper and lower my head to the mattress. My fingernails scrape along the sheet. I’m close already. I want him that badly.
The only movement he makes is to gently stroke my ass. I peek back at him, willing him to take me as ruthlessly and savagely as he wants to.
“Show me how much you want me,” he says under his breath as he towers over me, looking down at me with a heat in his eyes I’m sure is mirrored in my own.
In this moment, the only thing that matters is showing him just how much I desire his touch. How much I crave his affection and acceptance. His love.
I want him more than I ever have. More than I’ve wanted anything else.
I want him more than I want my own life.
Chapter 24
John
“What happened to the camera?” I ask Jay as I stand in the opening of the bathroom door. There’s still a bit of steam on the bathroom mirror and I watch as he wipes it off with his forearm. He looks over his shoulder at me, his hair still damp from the shower as he puts his t-shirt on over his head.
“The camera?” he asks, turning back to the mirror.
A tick in my jaw twitches as he ignores me. “The fucking camera is destroyed.” My blood heats with anger. I’m tired of being a fucking pawn in this game he’s playing. And how he likes to ignore me.
“She broke it,” he says simply. The mention of her, of the sweet woman he’s toying with does something to me.
“She did that?” I ask him with an air of disbelief, but also one of pride. She’s stronger than she knows. She deserves better, so much better.
The past is the only thing that stands in her way. And that’s just what Jay is.
“She fucking loved doing it,” he says and there’s a sense of pride in his voice and it echoes the jealousy in me. I clear my throat, wishing I could shake it off. Wishing I wasn’t caught in between. Wishing I could just walk away.
“She’s doing better,” I say and watch the easiness about him slowly dim as I wait for him to respond.
“She wants you. You know that?” He cocks a brow at me meant to be friendly in nature, but it’s not. I know he wants her. He fucking loves her, and she loves him. But I’d take her from him in a heartbeat. I want her just as much as he does. I can love her better. Treat her better. I can give her so much more.
“She should go now,” I tell him, ignoring his accusation and the way my blood pumps harder and hotter. I can’t look him in the eyes as the vision of having her again and again beneath me flashes before my eyes. She’d love me more.
“You want her too,” he says, and my eyes flash up to his. “You want to fuck her. Marry her?” he asks me with that same wicked grin on his face. “You want to put a baby in her and ride off into the sunset?” he asks and tilts his head, egging me on.
“I’d give her a better life than you ever could.” The words slip between my lips with a menacing growl.
He only laughs at me, then gives a sarcastic grunt and turns back to the mirror. Fucking prick. “You wish you could,” he says beneath his breath, gripping the sides of the countertop as his expression hardens. The real him showing. The anger and the hate.
“You’re using her,” I tell him, feeling the swell of anger rise. I crack my knuckles on my right hand with my thumb, trying to keep from balling it into a fist.
He turns to look at me, waiting for more.
“All you are is using her.”
“Maybe.” A confident smile stretches across his face, and the danger in his darkened eyes is so apparent, so real. “I am using her. And she fucking loves it.”
I can’t fucking take it anymore. I love her. I fucking love this woman who’s caught in a web of lies and hurt.
Adrenaline pumps through my body, burning up my skin. I hear the pulsing thud of my blood loud in my ears.
I won’t let him get away with it. It ends now.
A snarl rips through me as I slam both of my fists into Jay’s shoulders, landing hard and knocking into him with all my weight. I’m not used to this aggression. To this all-consuming rage, but when it comes to her, I can’t hold it back. She makes me feel a side of me I’ve never known. She makes me want more. And I want her all to myself.
Jay’s a fucking dead man.
He stumbles, smashing his shoulder and head against the bathroom wall. Before he gains his balance, I land a blow into his gut that nearly has him doubling over. But Jay’s taken enough punches to know how to handle them. He mutters under his breath, “Motherfucker!” while ramming his shoulder into my gut. My eyes shut tight with the spike of pain that shoots up my body.