Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Just when I was getting bored and thinking of some fucked-up methods to handle that problem, Bedlam surprised me with a new treat.
Dropping the gate, I climbed up and tugged the gag from her mouth. I expected her to beg or plead. I’d have even taken a glare.
Rain did neither. She eyed me warily, waiting to see what I’d do.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, sweetheart,” I whispered. “I don’t know either.”
She didn’t ask me what I meant. “You need to untie these ropes, Cairo. Now.”
“What do you have to do with Scott Cavendish? Why were you with him?”
“What do you have to do with him?” she shot back.
I closed the distance, my nose tracing circles on her cheek. I inhaled her perfect mix of sweat and rose soap. “I asked you first.”
“We were discussing poetry.”
“Lying,” I said without a hitch. “Why? What’s that smug bastard smiling about? Why did he throw himself in front of us to help you get away?” A nasty thought occurred to me. “Are you fucking him?”
“Let me get a question in.” She raised her head, swallowing me in those fawn eyes. “Why does the thought of that make you angry?”
Good question. My hands traveled down her hips, along her legs, to the tip of the red boots Roan put back on. The only farm-girl thing about her. I tore them off and flung them in the trees.
“Another question: why did those boots make me angry? The answer is I hate any and everything that kept me from finding you until now.” I nipped her nose. “That answers both your questions, doesn’t it?”
Her throat bobbed visibly. “Why do you care about me?”
“I answered one of yours. You answer mine.” I continued my exploration, moving up her thighs. “What makes him so dangerous?”
She held my gaze—not moving, not breathing as I slipped under her shirt. Rain was impossibly soft and warm beneath my fingers.
Delicate.
It turned on something feral within me. Something she gave me the night of the party, then ripped away by pretending to be like the rest of them.
Had it really been an entire week since I touched her? A crime fit to piss me off all over again. In that time, I’ve threatened and teased her alike. Sometimes I got nothing in response, but every other time she gave me as good as she got.
“The same thing that makes me dangerous,” she whispered. “He’s not afraid of you.”
My cock twitched. If that wasn’t a demand to fuck her right there and then, I didn’t know what was.
“We’ll see.”
I found the edge of her lacy bra and drew it to me, sliding it off the reasonably sized mounds. Her shirt went the other way.
Rainey’s lips parted, pants picking up speed as I unveiled her inch by inch.
“Let me go.”
I blew hot breath on her nipples. They hardened to rock-hard pebbles, eager to roll around in my mouth. Normally, eager bitches put me off my lunch. I was so very obviously not a good guy. Have some respect for yourself. But this little lovely—both helpless with want and shaking with anger for it. She made me want to see what’s coming for the second date.
“Stop,” she said, halting my mouth a millimeter from her. “I don’t want you to.”
I clicked my tongue. “Another lie.” With that, I swallowed her, sucking hard on her nipple and earning the most satisfying hiss.
“Fucking twisted piece of shit,” she cried. “Get o-off me.”
I bit down hard.
Gasping, Rain arched her back, pressing against my lips.
I felt it the first time in my room. A flash that went away quickly enough I could almost ignore it. This time, I couldn’t. Pulse racing. Brow sweating. Breaths coming faster. I wasn’t sure what everyone else called this, but I knew one thing, I wasn’t bored.
I scraped my teeth down her stomach, catching on her jeans.
“I fucking swear, Cairo!”
The jeans were ripped down her thighs in an instant. I stuck my head between her legs, losing myself in the heady scent of her arousal. I barely did anything and she was wet to drown me. The thought of that made my arm buckle, dropping me on top of her.
Rain was beautiful like this. Hands trapped beneath us, her chest rolled and heaved—topped with mounds shining with my spit and already beginning to redden. Like a helpless chick resting on my palm, all I had to do was close my fist.
“Tell me something true,” I said.
“I... don’t know what you mean.”
I swiped a tongue past her folds, groaning at the taste of her on my tongue. She quivered beneath my lips.
“Tell me something true, Rain.”
“If you let me go,” she said softly. “I’ll come back to you.”
I didn’t speak. Slipping out from between her, I drew her up and untied her wrists.
Rain caught me as I pulled away. She pressed her fingers to my temple—rubbing slow circles with her thumbs, she wove her digits in my hair. It was a strange, oddly intimate thing to do. Stranger still, the sensation moving through my veins, spreading its paralytic.