Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“I will never forget that,” she says, gripping my arms, nails digging in to draw blood, her eyes going wide.
“Then don’t forget. Hate fuck me.” I play with her clit as I push deeper into her.
She cries out, but holds on to me.
Fuck. She’s so tight, so fucking tight.
She has her eyes squeezed shut and I imagine it hurts. She’s a virgin here too, of that I’m sure.
I pour more oil onto my cock, which is a third of the way in. “Look at me, Allegra. Open your eyes and look at me. Fuck. Glare at me. Show me how much you fucking hate me.”
She opens her eyes and does just that.
“Did you like him looking at you?” I ask, watching her, playing with her clit again.
“Did you like him watching me?” she hisses. “Is that what you’re punishing me for?” She bites her lip trying to swallow back a moan of pleasure-pain, her passage opening to me as she’s more and more aroused.
“You want him to fuck you?” I thrust.
One corner of her mouth curls upward. “Only if you’d hate it!” She arches her back as her body stretches to take me.
“Wrong answer.” I thrust hard because she’s close and I want her to come for me. Even as she hates me, I want her to come for me and I want her to know she came for me.
“What the hell are you doing to me?” she whispers and I’m not sure she meant to say it out loud because when she realizes she did, she looks away. “I hate you!” she cries out, her body jerking violently with orgasm, a moan coming from somewhere deep inside her chest, a raw, guttural sound, a sound that’s almost inhuman.
I watch her and fuck, fuck. It’s not what I’m doing to her. Not even a little. It’s what she’s fucking doing to me.
Her walls throb around my cock and I push all the way into her, fucking her hard and deep, feeling every inch of her. I bend to kiss her mouth, swallowing her moans and her curses, ready for those sharp teeth that don’t come. She’s too exhausted. Too worn out. When she opens her eyes and looks up at me, there’s a glassy sheen to them, a softness, a vulnerability that isn’t there when she usually looks at me and I realize I want her to look at me like this all the time. I need her to look at me like this always.
“Fuck, Allegra,” I manage, watching her face, her eyes, as I fuck her, as she begs for me to stop, to go on, a second orgasm following on the heels of her first. I take her hard, wanting to punish her for wanting him. I take her deep to lay my claim on her. I have her because I need to be inside her. To come inside her. And when I come, it’s to the sound of her release, her letting go, because she can’t fight any longer, has no fight left in her as a third orgasm ravages her body and finally, finally, I feel it. She is mine. I draw her to me with a deep groan, my cock throbbing inside her, my hand a fist in her hair, our eyes open. I kiss her. I kiss her, watching her. Knowing she’ll bite, my wild Allegra. My violent Allegra.
“You’re mine, Allegra. Mine. Do you understand that?”
“I will never be yours, Cassian. Never. Do you understand that?”
I laugh an insane man’s laugh. “But you already are. You were mine from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
17
ALLEGRA
Idon’t know what the hell just happened. I don’t know how we got to where we got after the crypt. After whatever the hell that was with Jet.
Cassian and I sit at opposite ends inside a giant tub filled with water so hot it could blister. Our arms are stretched along the edges, above the water, our knees are touching, and we are glaring. A war of eyes. A war of hearts.
What are you doing to me? I said it aloud. He heard me. I don’t care. I don’t give a damn. The way he looked at me after that, the way he never took his eyes off me? Like he was furious. Furious with me? For Jet’s want? Jet does want, I know that much. But is he also furious at himself? Because he wants too. He wants to eat me alive. It’s all right there, right in his brutal, beautiful eyes.
I recall Jet when he saw me down there in that crypt. How he looked at me for a minute. How, without a thought, he stripped off his shirt to drape it over my shoulders. I recall the scars on his body. He’s as big as Cassian. As dark. As wicked, I know. But they’re so very different and I’m not sure if Jet’s wanting me has more to do with Cassian than me.