Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Pain hits every nerve in my face, the ache in my eyes unbearable. God, I hate him. Why does it have to be him?
“Sanoa Bay has an ancestral cemetery,” I murmur.
He didn’t need to buy a grave.
“Where is it?” I ask.
Does his family know he won’t rest with them?
He arches up. “Kill me and find out.”
Staring down at him, I rub my thumb over his jaw.
And slowly, I tighten my fingers around his neck, sliding my other hand up to help crush his airway. “Are you sure?” I ask.
He grips my wrists but doesn’t fight me. Not yet. The muscles in my arms burn immediately; my hands are clenched so hard he can’t take in any air.
Why shouldn’t I kill him? I’d get away with it. I’d be free, and it would mobilize Sanoa Bay to do something stupid.
Clenching my teeth together, I wait for him to thrash, punch, kick, and hope he’ll try.
Please try. My stomach coils, and I barely breathe myself.
Digging my fingers into his skin, I close my fists as much as possible, and he’s not breathing at all. His face flushes with blood.
My father will probably never talk down to me again. The cops will dump Dallas’s body somewhere. I’d never have to wonder if I’d see him again or when I’ll run into him. Any remnants of my feelings would die with him. And whoever is next would be that much easier. Dallas isn’t my only demon.
“You always think you’re in control,” I say in a low voice. “You think I won’t call your bluff.”
He closes his eyes, the lack of oxygen starting to get to him, and my arms shake with the pressure.
“You think I’ll start crying and admit how much I still want you,” I coo.
I’m the only one who never underestimated myself.
He starts to fight, his body flailing, but with every moment that he’s not able to throw me off, the bigger I feel.
I bare my teeth, feeling his hand push against my chest. I’m stronger than him now.
“You thought you knew everything there was to know about me,” I grit out.
Slaps land on my body, he growls, and I want him to know what this feels like. That I can cause harm too.
Leaning over, I hover over his mouth as I relax my hands, feeling his breath across my lips as he finally takes in air. “I hate you,” I whisper, “you fucking swamp trash.”
The scent of my bodywash all over his skin drifts through my nose, the feel of his lips brushing mine sending a shock wave under my skin.
“You still want to kiss me?” I ask him.
He groans, grabbing my waist as my mouth sinks to his, his hands sliding up my back. My head floats as I pant, kissing him again and again—and again—before I melt into his lips, teasing his tongue with mine.
Unfastening my pants, he slides his hands inside and down my ass, his head coming up to gnaw at my neck and suck my chest.
His cock presses between my legs, and I arch my neck, grasping the back of his head and holding his mouth to my body.
Why not? It doesn’t mean anything.
He sinks his teeth into my chest, an electric current shooting through my body. I growl, closing my fist in his hair and forcing his mouth back up to me.
Biting, sucking, and nibbling his lips, I have no intention of stopping. I let him take what he wanted when I was in high school, but I’m a man now, and I want my turn.
Moving up his body, I pull out my dick and slide it into his mouth. He pulls me, welcoming it, the wet heat enveloping me.
I close my eyes. “Oh, fuck.”
A shiver creeps up the insides of my thighs, pooling in my groin as warmth spreads under my skin. Thrusting my hips, I fuck his mouth, gripping his hair and keeping his head where it belongs.
He sucks, eating and licking and groaning with so much enthusiasm, I almost think he missed me. With his hands all over, sliding around my waist and squeezing my ass, he doesn’t restrain me. He doesn’t wrap his fist around me to control how deep I go. He lets me sink down his throat, and I look down, meeting his eyes. I pump slower, watching myself slide in and out.
I hold back my shudder, my orgasm cresting.
No.
Fuck, not yet.
Pulling out of his mouth, I slide back down his body and press him to the bed, falling into his lips in a hard kiss before trailing bites down his neck.
How does everything feel just as good?
I slide my hand down his pants, his cock hard and hot in my fist. “You’re not good enough for me.” I suck a nipple into my mouth, dragging it out between my teeth.