Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"Please," I beg, clawing at his shoulders.
"No."
"Please!"
"No," he says again, his voice soft. His hands run along my sides, his touch gentle. And damn him, but little by little, I melt. I stop fighting to control this. And I surrender.
"Good girl," he whispers when I finally settle beneath him, pressing his lips to my throat in a soft, sweet kiss. "You're so fucking perfect, Jasmine. Stop fighting and feel me, just like that."
I whimper in response, my insides all twisted up. This is supposed to be fucking, but it feels like something else. It's terrifying, and not nearly terrifying enough. I don't know what he's doing to me, but I don't think I want him to stop doing it, either. I just want to stay here like this, with him inside me, owning me.
He doesn't give me time to fully process the new shape of the world or the way he fits inside me, stretching and burning and making everything before this moment seem stupid and inconsequential. He starts to move, long and slow at first, like he's trying to ruin me.
Every thrust drags a broken sound from my lips. I try to remember that this is just sex, try to hold onto my grudge, but it's gone, burned out of me with every snap of his hips.
"Christ, princess. I could die happy right here," he groans.
I claw at him, sinking my nails into his back to leave marks for him to remember me by.
He hisses in my ear, then fucks me even harder. He's not gentle now. He's rough and wild and so fucking good I see stars.
"That's it, baby. Go wild for me," he growls. "Show me how deep you need me."
I bite his shoulder, and he slams into me, the island groaning beneath us. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in, desperate to keep him there.
He's so deep inside, it feels like he's splitting me open.
"Harder," I gasp, and he obliges, slamming in and out of me so rough I think he might break me. I want to be broken, want to have to crawl out of here on my hands and knees when it's over, want to know in my bones that he ruined me for anyone else.
He leans down, his hand circling my throat just enough to hold me in place as he bites my lower lip.
"You look so fucking beautiful on my cock," he growls, biting the side of my throat—hard and possessive.
The wave of pain and pleasure rips through me like a bomb. I come apart, screaming his name, my whole body convulsing beneath him.
"That's it. Come just like that." He grabs my ass and lifts me off the counter, fucking me deeper, harder, until his rhythm stutters, and I'm coming all over again.
He groans my name against my ear, and then I feel the heat and pulse of him coming inside me.
I shudder, clinging to him like I might drown.
We collapse together on the cold granite, panting and shaking. I'm boneless, weightless, floating somewhere between bliss and disbelief. My whole world is in pieces at my feet, splintered by him and the way he just fucked me. By the way he's holding me right now, like I'm the most important thing in his world.
I don't know what to say, do, or feel. I just know that this was not supposed to happen. And I think it's too late to take it back now. Far, far too late. Because I am absolutely, one-hundred percent positive I'm never going to be able to look at River Jamison again without remembering the way I just screamed for him.
And I have a feeling he's going to make sure I remember it, every chance he gets.
Chapter Eight
River
Jasmine is avoiding me. I know this because it's been two days since we fucked on my kitchen island, and she's disappeared. It's pissing me off.
I thought we were finally making progress. Apparently, I thought wrong. As soon as she had a chance, she slipped out. She hasn't shown up again since. She won't even answer my calls…and believe me, I had to jump through hoops to get her number.
Two days is long enough. I'm done waiting.
Which is precisely why I'm in the parking lot of her bookstore, fully prepared to go inside and spank her in front of everyone. Who says she's the only one allowed to participate in a little judicious stalking?
If she wants to have me arrested for it, I'll gladly go to jail.
I throw the SUV into park, my eyes locked on the front of the shop. There's movement inside, but I can't tell from here if it's her, not with bookish scenes painted all over the front windows, obscuring my view.
My phone rings.
"Goddammit," I growl, grabbing it from the console to ignore the call. At least that's the plan until I see Samantha's name flashing on the display.