Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“But I am involved.”
“As long as you don’t hurt me anymore, I can forgive and forget. But don’t ice me out again.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I was having a hard time and didn’t want to burden you with it or take it out on you.”
“That’s the point of having each other, Jude.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it. If you stop communicating, I’ll do the same. I’m no longer someone others can stomp on while I lie there and take it.”
“Good girl.” I stroke beneath her eyes, and she shivers. “I’m proud of you.”
“You…are?”
“Hm. You’ve come a long way from being a scaredy-cat who used to run away from any form of confrontation, sweetheart.”
“Speaking of confrontation.” A line appears between her brows. “Do you know why I need to be present when Preston’s personal will is going to be read?”
A sharp sting of pain cuts through me, and Violet must see the change on my face, because she tightens her grip on my hand, leaving it square on her face.
I know why Lawrence asked Violet to be present—because of the bracelet that’s an Armstrong heirloom.
While I’m not sure what that entails, I’m certain it’ll explain something about her mother’s disgusting behavior. Violet tends to close off whenever her mother is in the picture, so I mull over my words to avoid scaring her off.
“He probably mentioned you.” I frown. “Though I find it hard to believe that he kept his personal will up-to-date. Maybe Lawrence made him update it regularly.”
“He seemed off,” she whispers, her words faltering for a bit. “Lawrence, I mean. It was as if he was conflicted.”
“Mm. He had a strange relationship with Pres. Not as weird as the one Pres had with his mom, though.”
“At least he looked like he was a bit in pain, which can’t be said about the rest of the Armstrong family.” She sounds angry for Preston.
One thing Violet will do is get extremely offended on behalf of the people she cares about.
“I’m kind of apprehensive about going to the Armstrong house again,” she continues. “The grandparents and the stepmom have an odd vibe. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“You’re just a natural at reading people. It’s better to stay away from those three, but you don’t have to worry…” I pull her closer. “I’ll be right by your side.”
Violet wraps her arms around me, her voice sounding muffled against my chest. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“I thought you only needed Dahlia.”
She pulls her head back, tracing both her hands along my chest tattoos, lingering on the barren tree. “Are you jealous of my sister?”
“Only sometimes. Will I have to see her all over you in the morning?”
“No, she’s spending the night with Kane. He needs her more than I do.”
“You don’t need anyone when you have me.”
She smiles slightly, her eyes still so fucking sad, but she’s trying her hardest to cheer me up. “Okay, Mr. Petty. Don’t put my sister on your shit list.”
“Hmm. Depends.” I kiss her throat, breathing her in and releasing a long fucking grunt at the taste of her.
Goddammit, she’s like a rush of blood to the head.
“O-on what?” Violet tilts her neck, giving me access as I pepper kisses down her throat to her collarbone and pull out a breast from her nightgown, sucking hard on the nipple until she moans.
Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, her back arching, pushing more of her breast into my mouth.
“On whether or not I’m important to you, sweetheart,” I speak against her nipple, feeling her shiver, and then drag the gown over her head until she’s lying naked in my arms.
A blush covers her skin, and her pussy glistens, making me grunt. I love how she goes to sleep without any underwear since I started visiting her at night on the regular.
“You are…” Her voice is husky, slightly broken because I’m sucking on her nipple again as I thrust two fingers inside her.
Violet’s hips roll, almost grinding against me, provoking my cock into a full-blown erection.
“How important?” I scissor my fingers inside her, alternating to the other nipple, sucking, biting, making her writhe on the mattress.
My cock is aching to be inside her, absolutely fucking ravenous for this woman. I don’t even know when she became my one and only, but she has.
I’ve never looked at another woman since she came into my life. And even before her, I barely paid them any attention.
Violet changed my entire fucking perception.
She’s the light in an otherwise gloomy world.
She’s the peace not even hockey is able to provide me.
“Very important.” She moans, grabbing onto my boxer briefs. “F-fuck me, Jude.”
“Jesus Christ. Say that again, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me.” She wraps her trembling hands around my neck, her eyes glistening. “I need you.”
My cock is rock fucking hard as I tug the boxer briefs off and throw them aside.