Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I kept a straight face as she tore me down. She seemed to have had too much champagne. Or maybe she just hated me so much that she didn’t care if her words hit their mark. I still remembered the affection in her eyes like it was yesterday. That time was long gone. “We’re more alike than you realize.”
She stilled at that observation, slowly internalizing it until she felt my point. “That’s not the same thing at all—”
“I’m obsessed with hurting Grave. You’re obsessed with hurting me. Maybe now you understand me a little better.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you—”
“You just called me a bitter, lonely, and pathetic man.” Her words didn’t wound me. Her bullets bounced off my flesh like my chest was bulletproof. But it did make me miss the woman she used to be, the way she’d handled my emotions with delicacy, the way she cared for me when I didn’t deserve to be cared for by anyone. I was the only one to blame, and I couldn’t take back what I’d done. “You can’t hurt me, can’t make me feel worse than I already do. But you’re welcome to continue to try.”
It was silent the entire drive home.
Once we made it inside, she went straight to her room.
I lagged behind her, watching her sexy figure shift and shake as she walked, those womanly hips rolling as she moved. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked inside and shut the door behind her.
She could hate me all she wanted, but I’d never wanted her more. There were a lot of beautiful women at that party. Quite a few of them noticed me and very clearly wanted me to notice them.
I felt nothing.
For the first time in my life, there was only one woman on my mind. My palms wanted to squeeze her ass. My lips wanted to suck her tits. I wanted to drag my tongue down the valley between her breasts and feel her body shiver. Those three weeks had been torture, and it would have been easy for me to slip out to one of my regulars, but that wouldn’t have satisfied me.
I felt cursed.
Instead of stepping into my bedroom, I walked into hers, finding her naked except for her heels and her panties.
And the diamond necklace around her throat.
Damn.
She gave a slight jump then moved her arm over her tits, like I hadn’t seen them before. “Oh, your necklace.” She had to drop her arm from her chest to reach behind her neck, putting that rockin’ body on display. Little bumps were on her skin because of the cold air that hit her once the dress was on the floor. Her tits were plump and hard, her nipples sharp like needles.
“Keep it on.” One hand dove into her hair and the other gripped her ass. My mouth crashed down onto hers as my cock wanted to burst from my slacks.
Her head immediately turned, rejecting my kiss.
My mouth took the next best option and kissed her neck. White-hot kisses pressed into her flesh, moving around the diamond that hung below the hollow of her throat. I kissed her shoulder, nipped at her collarbone, squeezed her ass, all at the same time.
Her hatred could never triumph over her desire, and her hands pushed my jacket off my body then yanked my tie loose. Clothing dropped to the floor, piece by piece, and then my bare chest appeared, rock solid against her flat palms.
I guided her to the bed and sank on top of her. My wrist pinned one of her knees back while my fingers locked into her hair once again. My dick slid inside, greeted by the wetness that was always there for him.
I moaned. She moaned.
Felt so fucking good.
Beautiful underneath me, her naked body covered in my finest diamonds, she was perfect. So perfect, my dick throbbed until it hurt. “Camille.” She was nothing to me when we first met, but now I was stuck under her spell just the way every other man was. She was mine, and I wouldn’t share her with anyone.
She was deep in the moment with me, eyes locked on mine, her wetness matching my hardness. Her palms planted against my chest, and her nails dug into me. “Cauldron…”
SEVEN
CAMILLE
My life was on hold.
It’d been exhilarating for a while, passionate the way it was in romance novels, but then it was heartbreaking…just the way it was in romance novels. Cauldron took a bat to my chest and shattered my heart so thoroughly, it could never be put back together. So now I bided my time, waiting for him to uphold his end of the deal. In the meantime, the sex was still good. I just had to protect the pieces of my heart that remained.
I sat in my living room when he walked inside. Instead of rocking the sweatpants, he wore dark jeans and a button-up, like he had plans this evening. His hard jawline had just been shaved clean, because his tanned skin looked smooth.