Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
I’m scared he’ll hear the deafening sound or feel my skyrocketing pulse. What if he believes he’s got me exactly where he wanted? If I’m no longer a conquest, wouldn’t he get bored like all men do? I sure would, so what if that’s what is happening here? Then what—
My thoughts are interrupted when he shoves me into the room, releasing my hand. As I stumble inside, I refuse to honor the feeling of loss that follows the absence of his hand from mine.
Marcus removes his jacket, tossing it over the chair, then unbuttons one cuff of his crisp white shirt, his bruised knuckles making him look dangerous. “Strip.”
I swallow thickly, mostly because of the dead tone, but also due to the morbid feeling of excitement that just flashed through me.
“Can’t do it yourself?” I shoot back.
“Shut up.” He rolls the cuff of his shirt to his elbow in methodical, controlled movements. “I don’t want to hear your voice unless it’s in agreement. We’re not playing tonight. I’m punishing you for your behavior in the parking lot.”
It’s because I punched and kicked him, isn’t it?
He was the one who came to the club after I clearly told him we’re only arch enemies in public. Though a niggling feeling tells me that’s not really the reason why I lost control.
He ignored me.
After he fucked me, he just ignored me.
You ran away, too, in case you forgot, the only sane demon in my brain whispers.
Yo, some other demon better gag him. Stat.
“I’m saying this for the final time.” He unbuttons his other cuff. “Strip.”
I turn away, removing my jacket in the meantime. It’s just sex. Who the fuck cares? Not me.
“No.” The single word he says falls like a whip on my back. “Turn around.”
I grind my jaw but then force a smile as I face him, pulling my shirt over my head.
His darkened eyes flash to my exposed chest, lingering on the center, where I’m barely tethered together.
And I hate just how much his attention makes me shiver.
I purse my lips. “Happy now?”
His dark gaze snaps to mine. “Drop the attitude.”
“Tough shit, I come with the attitude.”
“That you do,” he grumbles.
“Should’ve picked your battles.” I unbuckle my belt, then unbutton my jeans, pulling them down my legs.
It isn’t until I’m standing in front of him in boxer briefs that I realize I’m willingly getting naked for him.
Whoever the fuck the imposter is who’s invading my insides needs to be exorcized. Now. Thanks in advance.
Marcus juts his chin in my direction, his arms crossed over his chest, his muscles seeming about to rip out of the fabric. “All of it.”
I hook a finger beneath the band of the boxer briefs, pulling down slightly to reveal my V-muscle, but not my groin. “You going to join me anytime soon, or do you only get off on watching others strip like a pervert?”
“You get off on stripping for me.” He tilts his head to the side. “I can see you getting harder by the second. You like being watched by me like a little slut?”
Heat rises to my ears, and I’m about to release the band, but he shakes his head once.
“Either strip completely or leave, Preston. We’re not playing your hard-to-get games tonight.”
This asshole.
This motherfucking little bitch.
“I told you not to fucking threaten me, Marcus.” I pull down my boxer briefs anyway, suppressing a groan as my engorged cock bobs out.
Because hell no. I’m not leaving without sex tonight. Call the horny police.
I’ve already been having serious withdrawals over the past week. I’ve been blaming my extensive sexual life over the years, but really, if it were just about sex, I could’ve easily found a willing body.
But I was pathetically uninterested in anyone who’s not this major prick standing in front of me.
“I’m not threatening you.” He takes a step forward, his eyes darkening on my cock. “I’m punishing you.”
I swallow, the sound hanging in the thick air as he bends and grabs my belt that I abandoned on the floor.
My lips part when he straightens again, looping the leather around his hand in a slow, methodical movement, his heated gaze on me the entire time.
Why does that look…hot?
“Kneel facing the bed.” His words caress my skin before they register in my brain.
Instead of overthinking, I turn away from him and drop to my knees, my head resting on his sheets.
They smell like him—leather and warmth.
It’s just so warm, I can’t help inhaling deep.
“Ass in the air.” His rough words slip beneath my skin and rush straight to my balls.
Fuck, why is this side of him such a turn-on? Honestly, what’s happening right now? Me—being ordered around and forced into this position?
Seriously, will the real Preston please stand up?
Thwack.
I jolt as red-hot pain explodes on the backs of my thighs. Heat rushes through me in its wake along with something a lot darker—arousal.