Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
The shorts stretch and cling to her skin, showcasing her curves.
Curves I haven’t been able to erase from my mind since the night I marked and claimed her three days ago.
Since then, she’s been showing up at my morning practices like a fucking parasite.
Always there.
Same time.
Same determined expression.
After the mental and physical torture, I thought she’d be broken a little, jaded a bit. Better yet, I believed she’d throw in the towel and run away. I would’ve even made an exception and allowed her to get away.
But no, she’s been wearing that expression like a badge.
And she’s been randomly texting me.
And now what?
Hello?
Don’t tell me you tested positive for an STD? I hate to say it, but I kinda told you so.
That was a joke. I didn’t give you anything.
Um, so you kinda need some lessons in communication.
OMG. Thanks for the box of chocolates after the brutal fucking. Oh wait, you didn’t send one. And they say romance is dead.
This whole thing is anticlimactic. What happens after getting in? Are there, like, any secret meetings I should be aware of?
All righty then. Guess I’ll continue marveling at your spectacular communication skills.
I ignored all her blabbering, but that didn’t stop her from appearing in person.
Like an incurable migraine.
“Dallas. Dahlia. Both have a D.” Preston grins. “Speaking of dick, Kane’s is not that impressive. Want a better experience? I have a full-enjoyment-guaranteed policy.”
“I’ll think about it,” she says with a fake-ass smile, her attention still on me.
“Think fast. Limited spots available.”
“Maybe one day.”
“You won’t regret it. Easily five out of five.”
“I won’t bet money on it.”
“Ouch. You hit me where I give a fuck.” He places a hand on his chest and feigns pain. “Now, I have to defend my dick’s untouchable honor. How about tonight?”
I calmly walk between the two and jog away from the arena in the direction of a hill.
“Wait!” Her voice reaches me before I feel her frantic footsteps following me.
I pick up speed until the trees start to blur in my peripheral vision.
“Kane!” she screams, sounding out of breath. “Slow down, damn it.”
I turn around and run backward. She’s struggling to keep up, her limbs shaking and her face redder than the fall leaves scattered on the ground.
“Why should I?”
She heaves but doesn’t stop. “Because I woke up this early to talk to you?”
“Not my problem.”
“I thought I was since I’m under your care and all that.”
“Supervision.”
“What?”
“Under my supervision, not care.”
She slows to a halt and bends, hands on her knees, but when she sees I’m still running backward on the hill, she groans and picks up speed.
“Okay, so what do I do under your supervision?”
“Nothing. Disappearing would be a good start.”
“What the hell do you mean by nothing? Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to teach me the workings of Vencor?”
I stop abruptly and she collides with me, her head bumping into my chest.
“Ow.” She releases a moan of pain, her ragged breathing filling the quiet forest.
Her soft curves mold to my hard muscles, and I get a flashback of her cunt stretching to accommodate me, tightening and milking my cock—
No.
I don’t think with my dick. Ever. I don’t even use my dick to settle scores the way Preston does or to relieve aggression like Jude.
It’s only a weapon used to exert power. Nothing more.
And yet I say, “If you’re dying for another taste of my cock, all you have to do is drop to your knees.”
She jerks back, putting distance between us, but not before her spicy jasmine perfume fills my nostrils. Like a damn fucking poison.
I’ve been pricked by countless venomous snakes as part of my training, but none of them left a strong aftertaste like her scent.
She crosses her arms, the hoodie stretching against her breasts. “No, thanks. I’d rather not go through the ordeal of fucking you ever again.”
My index finger twitches, but I let my lips pull into a smile. “Do you often squirt when overcoming ordeals, Dahlia?”
Her lips push forward and a fire erupts in her eyes, darkening like a reckoning. It’s impressive that her feelings are written all over her face, but that’s normal. I suppose.
“I was faking it. You know, to pass the test.”
“You can fake an orgasm, yes, but you can’t fake a squirt or the way your cunt swallowed my cock, strangling and milking me. Admit it, you were disappointed I didn’t fill up your hole with my cum, weren’t you?”
The longer I speak, the redder her cheeks turn and the more I want to push her, see her reaction.
See how far I can edge her to the brink.
And this isn’t like me. At all.
I couldn’t give two fucks about people’s emotions. If anything, I use them through those illogical, untrained, and destructive feelings.
“You…you…” She points a finger at me.
“Yes?”
“You’re a freaking machine.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”