Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I try to reach for her, but I’m denied by the fucking tie.
“Kiss me!” I grit through clenched teeth.
Her lips crash over mine, and we kiss one another in frenzied desperation. And when she comes again, I swallow down her screams and take over, thrusting into her from the bottom.
Her walls choke me as another orgasm hits her, this time taking me along with her. And as I fill her with my seed, I think about the bag of placebos I removed from under her cabinet, wishing I had switched out her pills with them, because I want this woman pregnant with my baby as soon as possible.
She’s mine. Till death do us part.
21
Brielle
I told myself that the first night I’d spent with Kane was a one-off. The chemistry between us wasn’t something that could be re-created. I even convinced myself that because I had been so starved for attention that I made it better than what it was.
I was wrong on all accounts.
Sex with Kane isn’t like anything I’ve experienced. He takes charge while giving me control. The chemistry between us is off the charts. Hell, I actually orgasm when I’m with him. But it’s more than that. Being with him has me feeling things I haven’t felt in years. Wanting things I was too scared to want.
He’s asleep next to me, and I can’t help imagining what it would be like to be with him for the rest of my life. When he insisted that I marry him, a part of me figured we would get married, and then once he got what he had come to Harbor Point for, he would leave, and I would start my life all over again. But now, the thought of him leaving has me feeling shit I don’t want to feel.
I glance down at his strong arms wrapped around me, and my heart races in my chest. The life I’ve lived means that my body knows what a threat looks like, and Kane is not only a threat to my mental well-being, but to my heart.
I need to distance myself.
Clear my head and remember who this man is.
I slide out from under him, careful not to wake him. Grabbing my phone, I quietly pad to the bathroom, texting Nicole that we’re going shopping this morning. Unless she’s short an employee, Sunday is usually her day off, so I’m not surprised when she texts that she’s down.
After some good retail therapy, I’ll take her with me to see Matteo, Dani, and the baby. Because she gave birth naturally, they’re only in the hospital for a couple of days before they go home.
I shower, do my makeup and hair, and then get dressed. I assume Kane is still in bed since I haven’t heard anything coming from the room, so I nearly jump out of my skin when I step out of the walk-in closet and find him leaning against the edge of the bed in nothing but the boxer briefs he fell asleep in, his arms crossed over his chest and his brown hair messy from sleep.
“Going somewhere?”
“Um, yeah. I’m meeting Nicole.”
He quirks a brow.
“We’re going shopping.”
“Why?” He pushes off the bed and stalks toward me. “Do you need something?”
“No,” I reply defensively. “We’re just going for fun.”
“You mean, you’re sneaking out to go shopping so you can escape your feelings after what happened last night.”
Damn him for calling me out.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I lie, trying to move around him to get away. But of course, he sees it coming and pushes me against the wall.
“Since you want to play dumb this morning, let me break it down for you. We had sex last night—”
“We’ve had sex before.”
“Not like last night,” he notes, lifting my chin when I look away. “Last night was more. We both felt it, and now you’re freaking out, and instead of facing your feelings, you’re trying to escape them by doing what you do best when you need a distraction—shop.”
“You don’t know shit,” I hiss, despite him hitting the nail on the head.
“Okay.” He steps back. “But just know that when you come home later with all the clothes and shit you bought, you’re still going to feel just as confused as you do now because you won’t have addressed your feelings like a big girl,” he mocks.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He steps toward me and cups the side of my face, forcing me to meet his whiskey eyes. “And that scares the shit out of you.”
He slides his hands down my body and clasps my ass, lifting me and carrying me over to the dresser, where he sets me down and spreads my legs, stepping between them. Our faces are so close that I can feel his cool breath mingling with mine.