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)
That felt so good, I jerked in his hold.
“Tanyn,” I gasped.
“Harder.”
I slammed into his rhythm, hearing our flesh slapping together, my pussy squeezing, my breaths raspy.
“Fuck me harder,” he growled.
I bucked into him.
He tugged at my nipple, and between that, his cock, his finger at my clit, I reached back to grip his hair and pressed my head into his shoulder as I detonated, whimpering his name, quivering in his arms.
My world black.
My world Tanyn.
“Yes, my beautiful Catla,” he grunted, extending my climax by using his arm around my chest to keep me driving back into his thrusting hips at the same time his hand pushed between my legs, his long, strong fingers surrounding our connection, and the intimacy of that made me tremble anew.
Suddenly, he jerked in, filling me full.
I mewed deeply in pleasure.
And he stuffed his face in my neck, sucking hard at my flesh then groaning against my skin as he unloaded in me.
He kept me full as he came down, then he started gliding inside, his lips moving sweetly against my neck, his hand coming from between my legs to round my waist so he was holding me in both arms.
So…
Yes.
Proof positive angry sex was good.
But in this instance, as mind-boggling as that was, it didn’t change a godsdamn thing.
I pulled away.
“Baby,” he whispered, his arms tightening.
“Fuck you and let me go,” I demanded.
He hesitated, two moments too long for my liking, but he let me go.
I slid away from him, ripped off my pumps, ran to my coat, swung it on my shoulders, then, holding it closed at the front, ran to the steps that took me to my bedroom, which was loft-style, open to the rest of the two-story penthouse.
I went right to the closet, programmed some underwear and a lounge outfit, and off to the bathroom I went to clean him from me.
Back to the closet, I got dressed.
That done, I stormed out. I looked down over the landing, seeing he’d put his sweater back on. Righted his jeans. And he was standing at my floor-to-ceiling windows that had a view of the Dolphin Sea.
But his head was tilted back, gaze on me.
I marched down the stairs and stopped at the bottom of them.
“Now that’s done, you can get out,” I invited.
“Catla—”
“No. I’m released. We’re done. You said so yourself.”
“Let me—”
“No, I think you said all that needed to be said. I said what I needed in my note to you. We clearly had to get that out of our systems.” I swung an arm toward the couch to explain my words. “We’re over.”
“I’m falling in love with you.”
By Lilith, hearing him say that, how did I keep my feet under me?
Fortunately, I was just that angry, I did.
“You’ll get over it.”
He started walking my way. “And you’re falling in love with me.”
He didn’t quit walking, so I started retreating.
And kept fighting.
“Fuck you.”
“We will again, in a minute, but we need to sort this out.”
“We won’t again, ever. You’re leaving.”
I put the kitchen island between us (my kitchen was outfitted to actually cook, not that I needed it, so I didn’t need that island, except it had stools around it so I could sit and eat there).
He kept coming.
I halted in order to stand my ground and demanded, “Stop! This is not going to happen, Your Majesty.”
Again with the demon speed, damn him, and I was pressed against the Chill-Cupboard, trapped by his body. Though, this time, his hands were on my neck with his thumbs at my jaw, forcing me to stare in his amazing face.
“No contract, we’re courting. But at the end of it, you are going to be my queen,” he announced.
“Not gonna happen,” I retorted.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking of me.”
I had.
All the time.
Yearning for him.
“I haven’t.”
“You’re lying.”
I pushed at him and snapped, “Get away from me!”
He didn’t budge, but held on tighter, and said, “All I can do is think of you.”
This farging male.
He was eviscerating me.
“Well, you should have thought of that before you sent me away.”
“I told you, you could stay.”
“You didn’t mean it.”
“I’d had my pride stung.”
“Oh yes. I got that, sire. You made that abundantly clear. You also scraped me right the hells off before I had a chance to apologize for it.”
“But you did anyway,” he whispered, and I knew, with the way those words sounded, my note meant a lot to him.
Fuck that too.
“Yes, I did. Because you deserved it. What I did not deserve was you going balls to the wall to win me, telling me you’d never let me go, that I was yours, and you were mine, and then making that not so in one fell swoop of your kingly hand.”
He dropped his forehead to mine, and his voice was rough when he said, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
With an almighty heave and some of my own demon strength, I pushed from his cage, but I only took one step to the side before I confronted him again.