Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Fuuuck,” I say when I get a good look at him. He’s wearing lacy boy shorts, a pretty red color that looks sexy as hell against his skin. I love seeing him this way, this chaotic, slightly deranged man everyone fears, this man I know is a killer, who has tortured others, but here, for me, with me, we have this.
“Compliment me.” He quirks a brow as he walks over. “Or I’ll think you don’t like what you see.”
“I love what I see so much, my brain stopped working.”
“Then tell me.”
“You’re so fucking pretty, so goddamned hot.” I push onto my knees as he climbs on the bed, my cock red, leaking, and pointing just at him. “You’re mine…my cherry, my killer, my boyfriend. Mine.” I kiss him. “Mine.” Another kiss. “Mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Rory
I feel funny, my skin buzzing in a completely unfamiliar way.
Shai has made me feel a lot of unexpected things, confusing things, but it’s all amped up now, supercharged, all of it flowing through me, making me feel alive and jittery and powerful and…soft?
His.
Loved.
He wraps his arms around me, grabs my ass, pulls me closer, the lace rubbing against my ass and painfully swollen cock. We’re chest to chest, rutting against each other as he takes possession of my mouth.
I don’t have to think when I’m with Shai. The loud noises that are always in my head, playing in the background, are somehow dimmed when he’s with me, when he touches me, when he tells me he loves me. I never expected anyone to love me, and now I have my chosen family and Shai, and with him, everything is more.
I’m surprised when he lifts my arm and buries his face in my pit, licking and sucking and kissing. It makes my dick even harder, makes me feel like I’m going to bust out of these panties, the lace getting tighter and tighter. No one has ever done that to me before. Who the fuck knew the armpit was such an erogenous zone?
“Fuck.” I reach down, stroke his precum-slicked cock, while he moves from one armpit to the other, rubbing his face on me, licking the sweat off my skin and making my whole fucking world spin. “I want to do that to you.”
“You can do whatever you want to me.”
I lift his arm, breathe him in, sweat, musk, and Shai. I want to bathe in it, in him. I rub my cheek against him the way he did with me, take a swipe with my tongue, taste the salt of him, his hair against my tongue, then do it again and again. He grabs my face and seals our mouths together, both of us kissing hungrily, like we’re starving men and everything we need is in each other’s mouths. His hands run up and down my body, and I stroke his cock, palm his ass, all that emotion, all that lust, and…it’s there, I know it’s there, building higher and higher, that feeling I thought I wouldn’t be able to find, but it’s in Shai. I push him down to the bed, straddle him, thrust against his dick, the lace making me feel sexier than I ever have, before I take his mouth again.
That feeling I’ve been searching for is right here between us.
I nip at his lip, taste the coppery flavor of his blood, swallow his moan because Shai needs this, whatever this wild, untamed thing between us is.
Love, love, love.
It’s love.
I kiss down his body, his flat stomach, to the head of his thick, pierced cock. “God, I fucking love it,” I tell him, licking from the tip all the way down to his fat, full balls. I breathe him in, savor the scent and taste of him. His hands thread through my hair, my ass in the air as I look up at him, hold his cock, then suck it as deep as I can.
“Love you,” he says. “Love you, love you, love you.” Each time the words leave his mouth, I’m flying higher, that sensation building more and more inside me until I know I’m going to burst with it.
“Everything about you,” Shai says. “The wildness, the stalking, even when you almost go too far.”
I know what he’s doing, telling me I’m not too much, that I’ll never be too much and that whatever happens, we’ll find a way to make it work. He’s not going to leave.
I take him deeper, try to show him with my mouth and my hand how much that means to me, how much I need him, that as much as I love my family, he can give me something they can’t…and I want it.
“I love laughing with you and playing for you. Love watching movies with you, hunting you…robbing people with you,” he continues, and I smile around his cock. “Seeing the joy on your face when you spent the night connecting with the boy you used to be, putting together a model plane.”