Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I’ll take that offer.
“Get some rest, angel.”
A part of me wants sex right now. Wants him to throw me onto my stomach, pin my arms behind my back and force my legs open so he can fuck me until I pass out. It would probably help me sleep better. I’ve avoided it for so long, but now that I know what it can feel like to really be wanted, I crave it more now than I did then, when I was on drugs.
Maybe it’s the reassurance I need. That he still finds me sexually attractive. As fucked up as it sounds, no matter what I went through at Dollhouse, the training never stopped. It was constant. Neither my body nor my mind ever had a break.
I run my hand over his chest, letting my nails softly graze his skin. His muscles flex as I trail a path over his chiseled stomach.
He wraps his hand around my wrist before I can slide it into his boxer briefs. “Eve,” he warns.
“I want you to fuck me,” I admit, wanting him to know my intentions. I’m not going to be the weak woman I was a week ago; the one who was kneeling in the shower, vomiting. It took me years to find myself after Bill saved me from Dollhouse. I won’t allow them to take that much of my life this time.
He sighs. “You need to rest.”
“For how long?” Might as well give me a timeline.
“As long as you need.”
“And who decides that?”
“Me.”
I huff. “What if I say I’m ready now?”
“You can say whatever you want, doesn’t mean I’m going to believe you.”
I get a pain in my chest at his choice of words. I know he meant it sexually, but I feel like he means I can say I’m not suicidal but that doesn’t mean he believes me.
Knowing I’m not going to win, I drop it. The fact is, he doesn’t want me.
Pulling away, I roll over, letting out a huff of annoyance. He pulls my back into his front, snuggling into me, and I immediately soften against him. His body is so warm, and I hate how much I’ve grown accustomed to him.
He kisses my hair. “I don’t want to scare you, Eve.”
I understand where he’s coming from. This is my fault. My mental breakdowns have led him to believe that I’m unstable. I don’t have an argument to change his mind. And I can’t deny that he’s right.
KASHTON
“Open the fucking door,” I bark at Bill while my hand jiggles the doorknob to the room.
I hear the lock click, and I shove it open, barging inside. “Eve?” I rush over to her. “Eve, look at me,” I urge her, running my hands over her face.
She finally stopped screaming a few minutes ago and her body just went slack. Bill said it was over, and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. “Why isn’t she awake?” I snap at him.
“She needs time, Kash,” Bill answers, unbuckling her restraints. “Take her home. Let her rest. The drugs take a lot out of you. Make her drink. A lot. The more fluids she has, the better.”
I pick her up off the table, and she lies limp in my arms. She feels feverishly warm and sweaty, but her breathing has finally evened out. I thought she was going to give herself a heart attack by how worked up she was.
Sin picks up my bag and her clothes, following me out of the room to our cars parked outside. He opens the passenger door for me, and I place her in the seat. Her head rolls to one side, and I reach up, removing my hoodie and shoving it next to her head to lie on and then recline her seat. Closing the door, I remove my cell from my pocket and call up a friend.
“Hey, man. What’s—”
“I need to crash at your apartment,” I rush out, interrupting him. “And you can’t tell anyone I’m there.”
“Of course,” Tyson answers.
“On my way.” I immediately go to my contacts and call up the next.
“Kash?” he answers on the first ring.
“I need you to meet me at Blackout. Eve needs an IV.” When Bill says she needed fluids, I knew what to do. Gavin can give it to her. She’ll be opening those beautiful eyes and looking at me in no time.
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
I open my eyes to the sound of the club below us. It’s dark in the room other than the glow from the TV. Lifting my head, I blink a few times until my vision clears and see that Eve is still in my arms, and she’s sound asleep, softly snoring.
Pulling my arm out from underneath her, I roll onto my back. Fuck, I’m sweating. Her body puts off so much heat when she sleeps. I get out of bed, dressed in nothing but my boxer briefs, and make my way to the bathroom to take a piss.