Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
But one of the agents in front of me threw his arm across my chest before I could walk in.
“Hold,” he grunted.
What in the realms?
He turned from me, scanning the space, the others were scanning the space, and the first one was mumbling, I knew into his earpiece.
After a while, he nodded his head to the others and to me, he said, “Go.”
Honestly, it meant so much that Aleksei was going all out, seeing to my safety.
But I was sensing this was a bit over-the-top.
Especially since I meant nothing to Tanyn.
Not anymore.
On this dismal thought, I walked in.
The agents came in with me.
I entered the lift (after they let me do that).
Two agents stayed downstairs, two agents came in with me.
We zoomed up to the penthouse (mm-hmm, I lived on the top floor with unobstructed views, I was a Truelock).
The doors opened, and two demons stood there, eyes red, alert, ready for action.
I tensed.
The agents didn’t say anything.
The demons didn’t say anything.
I silently freaked out and felt my demon rising, readying me to defend myself.
The demons walked into the lift.
And that was when I saw him.
Tanyn.
Standing in my flat.
Standing in my damned living room.
My stomach clutched, my heart squeezed, my mouth went dry, and even with all of that, I poured all my reserves into not allowing tears to hit my eyes because, Lilith, he was beautiful.
“It’s clear, Miss Truelock. You can enter the premises,” one of the RS agents said.
I looked to him.
Then I marched into my own damned flat.
The lift doors closed behind me, leaving me alone with Tanyn.
I walked to the open plan kitchen, my eyes never leaving him, his never leaving me (they were black and crackling with lightning, FYI—I, no surprise, was seeing only red), and I dumped my bag on the kitchen island.
After that, I turned to him and bit, “You have a fucking nerve.”
“Shut up,” he replied.
At his words, my brows winged up and my temper gnawed at my insides, desperate to be unleashed.
“Are you ins—?”
I didn’t finish that because with demon speed (that meant in less than a split second), he was in my space, my face, with my head in his hands.
“I said, shut up.”
And then I couldn’t not shut up.
Because he was kissing me.
It was not light. It wasn’t dry. It wasn’t coaxing.
It was hard, deep, wet.
And it pissed…
Me…
Off.
But did I push him away?
Hells no!
I grasped onto his hair in a punishing grip and kissed him back.
He tore my coat down my arms.
Since I had to release him so he could do that, once it was done, I used my free hands to yank his sweater up.
It was his turn to release me (mostly my mouth) to rip it off and toss it aside.
Our mouths collided so severely when we went back at each other, I tasted blood.
Maybe his.
Maybe mine.
I didn’t care.
It unleashed the demon in me fully, and I attacked.
My nails drew blood.
So did my teeth.
Tanyn wasn’t far behind, but he didn’t break skin. He just left marks.
It fed me. Thrilled me. Aroused me.
I shuffled him back, pushed him onto the couch, dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs and heard his throaty, “Cat.”
But I was too busy with the fly on his jeans.
I released it. I pulled his hard cock free. I gave myself time to take in its exquisite shape, its healthy girth, its delicious length, before I swallowed it, taking so much, I was nearly gagging.
It was worth it when Tanyn fisted a hand in my hair, grunted, “Baby,” and bucked up into my mouth.
I sucked, bobbing. I engaged my hands, one stroking, one cupping and squeezing his balls.
When I did that, he surged out of the couch so he was standing and could better fuck my mouth, though, throughout his movements, I did not allow him to unlatch.
Even if he was face fucking me, I still kept at him and kept at him and kept doing it until he hauled me up with a hand under my arm.
My dress was a goner, because he tore it off me.
My panties and bra the same.
Yes, both of these turned me on exponentially more than I was already turned on, and I was seriously freaking turned on.
Then I was on my knees on the couch, facing the back of it.
Tanyn tipped my hips with both hands, before he bent over me, wrapped one arm around my chest, the hand cupping my breast, and the other one he used to guide himself to me.
He lined up.
And thrust inside.
Feeling him fill me, feeling the beauty of us complete, my head flew back, hitting his shoulder, and I cried out.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Tanyn groaned into my neck as he fucked me hard, rocking my ass back into his hips, pinching and twisting my nipple.
I panted, held on to the back of the couch so he wouldn’t fuck me into it, or over it, and my world exploded when he found my clit with the fingers on his other hand.