Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I quicken my strokes, faster and faster, until he knows my torture.
“Damn you,” he says, low and insistent. There’s pain in his expression as his chest heaves. “Duchess, if you don’t stop, I’ll—”
“What?” I grin innocently.
Then I reach under the elastic of his shorts and wrap my fingers around his seething, rock-hard skin—or rather, I try.
He’s so huge it’s actually a struggle to close my fingers.
But it works.
Because Kane breaks with a feral groan, snapping his head back.
Oh, the perverse beauty.
It does something evil to me, watching this stonehearted hulk falling apart in my hands.
My pulse throbs between my legs.
Tonight, I’m Medusa, and I’m shameless.
His body turns to stone with every slick pump of my fist.
The water isn’t the best for this, and after a few seconds—or minutes or hours or whatever—he grabs my wrist.
“Upstairs,” he commands. “We go now or I’m fucking dragging you.”
Whoa.
No objection.
I just stand, and he joins me, tugging his shorts back in place over his seething hard-on. Nothing can hide the tent, and I swallow a muffled laugh.
“Hush,” he whispers.
We take turns toweling off, and then he grabs my hand, leading me through the back door. The house is silent and dark as we hurry through it, practically tiptoeing past the great room, careful not to wake the sleeping kids.
Straight to his room.
No question.
Unlike mine, there’s a bathroom attached, and he takes me inside, perching me on the sink as he shoves off his trunks.
He flicks the bright light on, and it shocks me so much that I spend a few seconds blinking at him.
Here, I see the tiger again, this apex hunter with dizzying green eyes.
His pupils narrow, then dilate again.
His dark hair hangs in damp snatches, fiendishly messy from dragging my hands through it.
He only has the one tattoo on his arm, and the rest of his skin is the same honed muscle built to destroy a woman’s sanity.
He has abs for miles.
A freaking V of pure honed muscle pointing to his large erection like he’s the reigning king of sex.
Not fair.
It isn’t right that there are men who can make you very stupid, very fast, and leave you very heartbroken the next day. All because they’re model gods.
And he’s staring at me with his dark, drugged eyes, his breath ragged as he takes me in.
“I wasn’t done with you.” I wrap my legs around him, dragging him closer before I take him in my hand again.
His cock twitches, and he exhales sharply, resting his forehead on mine.
“Go fucking slow. I’m not popping off like champagne.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I smirk.
“Wasn’t planning on coming in your hand.” He reaches for me, pushing aside the soaked material between my legs. “Your wet pussy says you agree. I’m not wasting your hot little cunt when it’s dripping to be ravaged.”
No freaking argument here.
Just his fingers, stroking slow, hypnotic circles around my clit, edging me until my breath hitches.
Grinding on him earlier felt good, but this is something else entirely.
I wipe the bead of moisture at the slit of his cock and he groans raggedly.
His fingers don’t slow—if anything, they work faster.
My core clenches.
If it’s a competition, I don’t know who’ll win.
I’m not sure I want to.
“Kane,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” When I don’t reply, he groans. “Say my name again. Just like that.”
“Kane.” I moan it this time, breathy and wanting. “Kane—I need you in me.”
Another groan, and his lips brush my cheekbone, tongue hot against my skin.
I pump him again, slowly this time, feeling his entire body shudder.
We’re both poised on the edge, this delicate balance.
Seeing him struggle to keep himself together makes me proud, too.
How can a man like this want me so badly he can barely hold back?
“Condoms,” he spits like it’s a curse. “Don’t know if I have any—let me check.”
Oh, crap.
If he leaves me like this, I might actually die.
“It’s… it’s okay. I’m clean,” I whisper, arching into his touch as he pushes another finger inside. Full, but not full enough.
“Yeah?” He crooks his fingers, and I lose my train of thought.
It’s a big ask when we’re strangers and there’s always some risk.
But I need him inside me.
My mouth moves, open and silently pleading.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” He nips at my neck. “What were you going to say?”
I retaliate by tightening my grip on his cock, stroking faster, watching his chest heave.
“You could just fuck me without a condom,” I gasp. “If you want.”
He bares his teeth, inhaling roughly.
“You have no fucking clue how much I’d love that.” His thumb smothers my clit as his fingers work deeper, and liquid heat floods the base of my stomach, growing and swelling. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I clutch at my last fluttering train of thought. “I’m on birth control.”
The last thing either of us need is an accidental pregnancy, but I’m so far gone even that sounds hot.