Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
The thunderous sound of footsteps behind me causes me to whirl just as I reach the door. The blanket covering me falls to the floor as I leap for the handle. He snatches me by the shoulders and spins me, pinning me against the wall. His eyes stare hungrily at me, but to my surprise, he doesn’t look past my chest.
I scream, causing him to scoff. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, princess. Nobody will hear you.”
“So what now? You use that knife on me?”
“Are you one of Damon Vale’s spies?”
This time, it’s me who scoffs. “I already told you I’m not!”
He nods. “Then why would I hurt you?” There’s a hint of kindness in his voice I haven’t heard before. “In fact, sweet thing, I’m going to keep you here, warm you up, and make sure that cut on your shoulder doesn’t get infected.”
“Cut…?”
And then I remember. The crash, the glass, the blood dripping down.
“You opened it up again trying to run from me. Let’s go get it patched up.”
“Fine. But give me some clothes.”
He laughs, a low, rough grunt that shakes his shoulders. His muscled chest expands, causing my body to tremble in a titillating way. There’s something so raw and masculine about him, like he doesn’t care what I want, but at the same time would give it all to protect me. It’s like running into a man from a different age. A Spartan, a Viking.
“You think I just keep women’s clothes up here?” He nods to the fur on the floor. “That’s all you’re getting for now.”
I eye the blanket, then glare back at him. “You think I’m going to wear that?”
He shrugs. “It’s either that or walk around in your birthday suit.”
I close my eyes and sigh. He’s right. There’s no other option. Reaching down, I grab the fur and drape it over my body, hiding my nakedness from him.
“Fine. Just keep your hands off me, understand?” I mutter.
The man chuckles again and cracks the knuckles on his massive hands. “Oh, angel. I’ll have to touch you to take care of that wound. And soon, you’ll be begging me for more.”
4
ROURKE
What a little firecracker.
She ran like she thought she could get away. There was fire in her eyes, like she thought she could take me.
She can’t. I’m twice her size—three times her size. And despite the fact that I did my best not to rake my gaze over her naked body, I couldn’t stop myself from snatching a glimpse of those plump, perky tits. Thinking about them now has me salivating. I want to run my tongue over every bit of her, every hidden inch. She’ll never know what hit her.
Even now as I walk behind her into the kitchen, the urge to snatch the fur blanket off her nearly overpowers me. Just one more glimpse of those tits. I want to get down on my knees and bury my face between her thighs. My cock throbs under my pants. My balls fill with cum as the lust in me reaches an uncontainable level. I want to bend her over my counter, slide inside that tight little cunt, and fuck her senseless. I want her moaning my name as her juices spill down her thighs and all over my balls.
As I’m losing myself in my fantasy, she lunges forward and grabs my chef’s knife from the block. Spinning, she slashes out at me with a fierceness that makes me smile. The fur falls from her shoulders, exposing her naked perfection. This time, I can’t fight my urges. I drink in every inch with my gaze.
Moving with a speed she did not expect, I duck under her arm and snatch her by the wrist, scouring her body with my eyes. Her tits bounce above her flat little belly, and her curvy hips frame her bare pussy like the treasure it is. Succulent and shaved, maybe even waxed, begging to be worshipped by my tongue.
She bucks back against me, but I have her pinned back over the island in an instant, my leg between her thighs.
“Calm down!” I snarl. She twists her wrist, dragging the edge of the blade across my bicep, drawing blood.
Fuck.
She yelps as I lift her, cinching my strong arms around her so she can’t move, and press her down against the granite. I swat the knife away and snatch her arms as she throws harmless punches at me.
“I said stop!” I bark, causing her jaw to drop as I get up in her face. With anyone else, I’d retaliate. But this girl has got a fire in her that has me burning.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to help you?”
“Oh?” she scoffs. “By tying me to a chair and threatening to kill me?”
“Are you tied up now?”
She purses her lips to spit in my face, but I seal her mouth with my palm. Something about that primal response throws fuel on the fire in me. The heat from her naked body beneath me inflames me, begging for my mouth.