Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
And I have an idea. An awful idea. A wonderfully awful idea.
Kaiser
* * *
I know Bella’s up to something when she flashes me a warning smile. Then she turns and gives the clerk her full attention.
“Hi! I’d like to get these.” She flutters her eyelashes at him.
He looks surprised but returns her smile. “There are some good finds.”
“Thanks.” She tosses her hair over one shoulder. It’s painfully obvious she’s learned to flirt by watching that stupid vampire show. It would be pathetic, except she’s mesmerizing. The clerk leans in, asking her about books she’s read.
I touch Bella’s back, and she ignores me, her full focus on the guy.
She’s doing this to piss me off.
And it’s working. I don’t feel much, but the one thing I can feel is rage. I’ve kept it close, used it to fuel me. It rises now, speeding my heart. Blood pounds through my veins.
I glare at the guy. I could snap his spine with one hand.
My future wife and this bookstore dweeb reach for the same book, and their hands nearly touch. I’ve had it.
“Enough,” I say, inserting my arm between them and handing the clerk my credit card. “We need to get going.”
“What’s the hurry?” Bella pouts.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I have plans for you.”
“Ooh, like what?” Her attention’s on me now, where it should be.
“Like re-enacting page 269 of Viking Thunder.”
Her forehead creases as she tries to remember that scene. I’ve got her curious, but I want more. I want her to look at me with the same interest she showed him. I want her to flirt with me.
The clerk finishes ringing me up, and I grab the paper bag full of books and take her arm to propel her out of the fucking store. Taking her here was a mistake—except I don’t regret it. I wanted to cheer her up, and now she has a smile on her face. I never care about people’s feelings, but I care about hers.
I want her to be happy.
This isn’t good.
She can never find out this instinct of mine, or she’ll use it against me. And I need to fight those instincts. If I give her a long leash, she’ll use it to get into trouble.
I’ll have to set her straight. Immediately.
I wait until we’re both in the car and speeding away before I put my hand on her knee.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Bella. You do not let another man touch you.”
She smirks. “If I do, what will you do about it?”
I wait until we’re stopped at a red light to turn to her. “Break every bone in his body. Then slit his throat and fuck you in his blood.”
She blinks rapidly. That’s right, little bride. There’s a hand on the leash.
Her chest rises and falls. She’s so quiet, I wonder if I’ve gone too far. But then a sweet, musky scent floods the car. She’s turned on.
Fuck me. The blood roars in my ears.
I put the car in gear and lay on the gas. I need to get her home, now. My cock is throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
If she says anything else, I’ll pull over and spank her ass pink. My palm itches, so some thuddy impact will feel good.
She keeps quiet, though. Every so often, I glance over and find she’s watching me, her lips parted.
Fuck, I need to stop staring at her mouth. She told me kissing was a hard limit, but now all I can think about is taking her lips. Claiming her. Winding my hand in her hair, pulling her head back, and dominating her mouth with mine. I want to kiss her so much her lips will be perpetually puffy and sore. I wouldn’t feel much. My lips would feel weird, numb on hers. But I’d kiss her hard enough to feel something.
I’d touch her pussy at the same time and make her come whenever my lips touched hers. Train her to crave my kiss.
We get to the house, and I park. She twists in her seat, reaching for the books.
“Leave them,” I order. “Go to your room and wait for me. On your knees in the middle of the bed, facing the door.”
I wait for her sass, but she just gives an unsteady nod. She wants this.
After a moment, she opens her door and slides out. I would be a gentleman and open her door, but I don’t trust myself to move. I need to get myself under control first so I don’t lose it and break her. And I think she knows it.
“Bella,” I call after her. She pauses.
“You will wait for me naked.”
She gives me an unsteady nod and slips up the steps and inside her house.
Bella
* * *
I’m shaking as I hurry up to my room. I poked the bear only to realize the cage holding him is made of paper. And now he’s about to come raging toward me.