Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I can’t wait to see Logan’s face when I remind him why he can’t treat a Lorde that way.
As we near the room, I notice the keypad on the door.
“Open it,” I tell Enzo, who looks to his guys uneasily.
“If you sever ties with my family, you know as well as I do that you and everyone in this house are dead anyway, so why don’t you be a good boy and do as you’re told? I’m sure Logan will appreciate it.”
Enzo hesitates but then inputs the code, which I memorize in case I’ll need it in the future. As he opens the door, he’s about to call in, but I place my forefinger over my lips, which makes his expression twist up.
I rush in, my fury at its peak as I enter the en suite, where I find Logan stripped naked, loofahing off. His gaze shifts my way, wide-eyed as I storm into the walk-in shower, seizing him by his arm and yanking him out.
“How in the fuck did you—”
“I was already outside,” I inform him as he lurches at me, fists flying.
I take hold of his wrists and shove him against the wall adjacent to the shower. I do my best to restrain the violent rage that storms within me, wanting to tear apart something, anything, even him.
He’s showing teeth like a wild animal ready to attack. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
“No.”
“Enzo!” he calls out as he struggles against me.
He’s not a weak guy, so he finally succeeds in getting me off him and lays a blow against my cheek before I seize his wrists again, restraining him.
“Let. Me. Go!” he demands as we battle to the floor until soon I’m on top of him, pinning him down.
“Really giving me a workout, Log,” I tease.
“Enzo!” The door opens, and the guys rush in. “Get him the fuck off me!”
In an instant, guns are drawn and cocked—his three guys versus my two.
“You want this to end in a bloodbath?” I ask him.
His nostrils flare. “I don’t see why it had to come to this to begin with.”
“Because you hung up on me, you bastard.”
His eyes widen. “Jesus fucking Christ, are you that out of your mind, Killian?”
“Give me a chance, and I’ll show you.” I should restrain my temper, but Logan is pissing me off, assaulting my pride to an extent that feels like if I don’t manage to tame him, I might die.
Logan’s gaze wavers as he’s clearly weighing his options, but I have all the advantage once again, and I know what he’ll settle on. Because he doesn’t have a choice.
He takes a breath. “Okay, guys, back the fuck off. Everyone in the damn hall, and we’ll sort this out.”
I smirk. “Smart move, wifey.”
The nickname earns me another of Logan’s many glares, and oh, how I love learning the nuances.
It’s also a relief knowing our guys are not about to blow each other’s fucking brains out. Which is nice because Krychek’s always been a great bodyguard, and Jaime’s growing on me.
As the door closes, Logan pants. “Get the hell off me.”
“So you can hit me again?”
His forehead creases. “You attacked me in the shower.”
“I was pulling you out so we could talk.”
“This couldn’t wait until I was clothed? And is that your erection up against me?”
He wiggles under me, and I can feel what he’s talking about. I’ve been so fixated on this searing pain he’s elicited within me, and struggling against him, I missed the raging hard-on this has brought on that’s now pinned between us. Although, with his damp hair dripping onto the tile floor beneath him, water slick across his beautiful flesh, how could I help myself?
“Maybe I’m just thinking about that blowjob from last week,” I say, hoping to provoke him the way he’s provoked me. I lean close, graze my nose against his cheek, breathing him in. “Is that coconut I smell?” I’m not even thinking as I bite at his cheek, and I’m surprised to find he’s not resisting. Or shouting for me to stop. I trail my teeth along his jawline, getting a taste with my tongue, and it’s heavenly. His flesh is so smooth, and a tinge salty, like he hadn’t gotten to washing his face just yet.
“Ass.” His strength returns full force, and he breaks free. In our struggle, he winds up on top, now pinning me down. It makes me even harder.
How is that even possible?
“I hope you’re this frisky when I fuck you,” I jibe as drops of water trickle onto my face.
“I may have to consummate the agreement, but who says I’m the one who’s gonna get fucked?”
A grin sweeps across my face.
“What’s so funny?” he presses.
“It’s clear you’re already accepting your fate, and the idea of you dominating me amuses me.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?”