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 answer is no.” He releases my neck with a shove.
My heart falls and a piercing pain rips through my rib cage.
“I can fuck you if you need that, but there will be no relationship.”
I press my trembling lips together. “A relationship or no fucking.”
He shrugs.
“Fine.” I plaster a smile. “Step aside. I have a date to go back to.”
A muscle jumps in his cheek. “Don’t make me go back in there and choke him to death.”
“Be my guest. I’ll find others.”
“I’ll slice each and every one of their throats. Go ahead. Fucking test me.”
“You won’t possibly know them all.”
“Try me.”
“It’ll be a hassle to clean up.”
“I have enough money to take care of the problem.” He squeezes my chin with his fingers. “You let another man put his hands on you and it’ll be the last time they touch anything.”
“You’d rather go through all that damn trouble than be in a relationship with me?” I shout, shoving at his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You!” he shouts back, the veins in his neck nearly popping. “You’re everything that’s fucking wrong with me. You’re ruining my goddamn life.”
“You’re destroying mine!”
“Then walk the fuck away, Dahlia.”
“Let me go, then!”
“I already did!”
“No, you didn’t. It’s not considered letting go if you threaten to kill my possible prospects, Kane.”
“You have no other prospects but me.” He yanks my dress to my waist, exposing my panties.
A shiver rushes through me. I’ve been soaking wet since he carried me out, but it became worse with his touch and the back-and-forth.
I’m burning for him in ways I’ve never felt toward anyone else.
In ways I can’t truly control.
It will feel good when he touches me. I know it will, but I simply can’t tolerate what happens afterward anymore.
I slap his hand away. “Don’t touch me unless you’re ready to fully commit. And this is not a ‘don’t touch me that means you can use me.’ This is a ‘red,’ Kane.”
He freezes, his index finger twitching, then he steps back and runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck!”
I’ve never used the safe word, not even when I thought it could get to be a bit too much. I loved it when it hurt, when he fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk for a while.
But I’m using it now. This is the red line I didn’t know I had.
I refuse to have his body without his heart—and soul, if need be.
I refuse to be another stop on his journey. And even if I end up being that, I want to be the unforgettable stop he can’t purge out of his mind.
The one episode in his past that he can’t stop thinking about.
“Fuck!” he roars louder, but this time, he clutches my jaw again. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for, Dahlia.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’ll regret this.”
“I won’t.”
“If this happens, you can never back off.”
“That’s okay.” I stroke his face, mirroring his ruthlessness with my gentle touch. “Kiss m—”
The last word isn’t even out of my mouth before he slams his lips to mine, kissing me with so much fervor, my head spins.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t touched him for a long time, but everything is electrifying. The brush of his lips against mine, the pads of his fingers tilting my jaw back so he can deepen the kiss, his hand fisting in my hair, his jeans brushing against my thighs.
Everything.
This kiss is claiming but also surrendering.
He wants me. So much so, he can’t hold back.
I’d like to think he needs me enough that he doesn’t want to let go.
And I need him, too. He’s the only man I’ve ever craved with every fiber of my being.
My hand slides over his lean waist, his back, touching, stroking. I’ve been so deprived of him, I’ve experienced withdrawal symptoms.
This kiss is my long-awaited hit.
Still kissing me, he releases my jaw and I pause, thinking he’ll push my hands away as usual, but he reaches between us and the sound of a buckle echoes in the air.
“Kane…” I whisper, half excited, half horrified. “We’re in a public place.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you provoked me. All bets are off, wildflower.”
I moan as he rubs his hard cock against my panties, over my clit. Pleasure pools at the base of my belly as he repeats the motion agonizingly slowly.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He slides the flimsy fabric aside and glides the length of his cock against my slit. “You’ve been dying for my cock, huh?”
“Oh God.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Or is this because you planned to fuck Osborn, hmm?” He aligns the crown with my opening.
I clench, so ready to suck him inside me, but he only thrusts the tip in slow, shallow movements.
“Kane…” I groan in frustration.
“Tell me, Dahlia. Did you doll up and turn into a fucking goddess for Osborn tonight?”