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)
Cassian’s eyes narrow like he can read my mind.
“Why did you let him look at me?” I ask.
His eyes search mine. I hate his eyes. I hate how deceptive they are. Hell, I hate him. I shift my gaze to the lines my nails scratched across one side of his face, the more prominent ones on his shoulders, down his chest. Five on one side, four on the other. I touch my thumb to that nub of my pinkie finger.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“To be stripped and displayed between the two of you? Like I’m a piece of meat?”
“He’d already seen you.”
“Not like that he hadn’t. I don’t know what kind of rivalry you have going on between you, but I want no part of it.”
“Come now, Moth. You like the drama.”
I flip him off.
“He wants you,” he says flatly, watching for my reaction.
I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m attracted to Cassian. Cassian, I want to hate fuck. Cassian makes me want him even when I hate him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Jet, I don’t know. Jet, I know nothing about. But I do know his motives are not innocent. Not at all.
“Why did he say what he said?” I ask before I think about it.
From the look on Cassian’s face, he knows exactly what I mean, but it takes him a moment to rearrange his features into curiosity. “Why did he say what?”
“That you won’t fuck me anyway,” I ask, not ready to unpack the other part I overheard just yet. The part about sharing.
“How long were you eavesdropping?”
“Since the moment I woke up from all the racket of you two trying to decide who has a bigger dick.”
He chuckles at that, and for a moment, his eyes brighten like someone just told him the funniest joke he’s ever heard. But it’s just that single, lonely moment before that light is gone. He stands up, water spilling off his huge body, olive skin glistening, water cascading over powerful muscles, the Reaper’s robe black as the darkest night. And I hate that in that moment, after what we just did, my body begins to prepare itself for more.
My traitorous body wants more of Cassian Trevino. It can’t get enough.
Cassian stands looming over me, letting me take him in before stepping out of the tub. He crosses the bathroom to where towels are lined on a heated rack. I watch him walk away, the muscles of his back, his ass and thighs, like no man I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen many. My dad and brother in the summers maybe, Malek, which gross, but never have I seen a body like his. Clocks lie like grave markers at the Reaper’s feet, two of them. I know he’s holding another in his hand around Cassian’s front.
He finishes drying off and wraps the towel low around his waist. He checks the time like he might be late for something before taking a fresh towel off the rack and returning.
“Why three clocks?” I ask.
“What?”
I gesture with a nod of my head. “Two on your back like grave markers and one in his hand. Why?”
He considers me, eyes narrowing. “No reason.”
“Liar.”
“Come, Moth.” He lets the towel fall open and holds it out for me.
“I’m not done.”
“Water is getting cold, and we have somewhere to be.”
At that I look up at him. “Where do we have to be?”
“A dinner for a charity hosted by my stepfamily. You’ll get to see Jet.” He means to say it like a joke, but his muscles tense at the mention of his stepbrother’s name.
“Oh, well, you should have said so,” I say flippantly and stand too quickly, water splashing out of the tub. I give him a smirk then turn my back to him planning to take the towel once he drapes it over my shoulders, but he doesn’t let it go. Instead, he wraps it around me and when I jerk too hard, I slip. He catches me, lifts me up out of the tub.
“Careful, Little Moth,” he whispers in my ear as I push against his chest to get free.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You keep asking me that.” He carries me into the bedroom and sits me down on the edge of the bed then proceeds to dry me gently until he’s crouched down before me, the towel draped around my waist as he dries my arms, my hands. When he gets to the pinkie finger, he shifts his gaze up to mine and I’m not sure if it’s the way he’s looking at me or maybe the tenderness in his touch, but something inside my belly does a little flip. “What happened when you figured out I’d leave you down there? Where did all your fight go?”