Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
His hands went to my hips and he plucked me off his lap and set me down on the couch away from him. He stood and towered over me, and I saw the bulge of his cock against his jeans, but it didn’t match the look in his eyes.
“You want to fuck me, great. But baby, if you don’t… you damn well better fuckin’ tell me. Don’t ever lie there and say nothing like you did tonight in bed.”
My mouth dropped open.
I pulsed. Throbbed. I ached for him to finish me, but there was no question he had no intention of doing that. By his grating tone and glaring eyes, Kai was seriously pissed off.
He strode into the bedroom and snagged his suit jacket off the chair. When he turned and came back toward me, I saw the leather holster dangling from his hand with the familiar knife and a roll of what looked like strands of wire peeking out of his pants pocket.
I stiffened, getting ready to run for my life, but he didn’t stop walking, nor did he look at me as he opened the door and left.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
I LAY IN bed feeling stupid, weak, and completely vulnerable.
I was unable to concentrate at school.
I was unable to stop thinking about him.
And for two nights… nothing. Not since he’d left me on the couch.
He’d disappeared and that spiked my unease because Kai didn’t seem like a guy who’d back out of a deal. I should be glad he’d voided two of our days because if I saw him again, I was going to make that clear. A week meant seven days in succession, not seven days whenever he felt like it. If he wanted to waste his nights, then that was his problem. As long as my father had his two months, I didn’t care if I ever saw Kai again.
That was what I tried to convince myself of.
I shut off the light then curled up onto the leather chair beside the couch. I couldn’t sit on the couch or sleep in bed because all I thought about was him. Even looking at the island in the kitchen made me imagine him taking me.
At school that day, I’d broken three test tubes, spilled my lunch down the front of my lab coat and barely passed my quiz in microbiology because I was so absorbed with what was happening with Kai.
He was a virus. The plague. And I had to find a vaccine to stop him from leaching any more of my thoughts. I sure as hell wasn’t following his stupid rule of sleeping naked and since I wasn’t in bed, then I wasn’t really breaking his rule.
And why should I follow his rule? That wasn’t part of the arrangement.
The distinct sound of the lock clicked and I darted upright, my heart slamming into my chest. He had a key? Oh, my God, he had a key. Shit, of course he did. He’d probably stolen my key that first night and made a copy then returned it the next morning when he brought the coffee and croissant.
For being a straight A student all my life, I was falling short.
I had my legs tucked beneath me on the chair and the wool blanket up around my shoulders. The door opened and for a second before he stepped inside and closed it, I saw his handsome face under the hallway light above my door.
He may be a dangerous man, but there was no question he was a gorgeous one. He could wear the rags Ernie did and still be the most charismatic man in a room. He owned who he was and that made him all the more threatening, because I had a feeling he’d risk everything in order to get what he wanted.
The door closed behind him.
He stood watching me and I suddenly wished I was naked. That I followed his rule. But then he did something that didn’t suit him. He ran his hand through his hair as if agitated. Kai exuded steadiness and patience, and the gesture was unlike him.
God, I was thinking as if I knew him. A completely false perception because I doubted anyone did.
His next words blew any thought of him being agitated up in flames. “Take off your clothes and come here.”
Butterflies lifted and fluttered at the sound of his voice then landed heavy in the pit of my stomach. Uncertain. Confused. Complete chaos of emotions. “How did you know I wasn’t naked?”
His brows rose. “Because you’re stubborn and rebellious. Although, it’s in a rather passive way.”
It was unnerving that he read me so well. As a child I’d never outwardly shout or throw a tantrum; instead, I’d be quiet and subtle about it. The silent treatment was a usual occurrence in my early teens.