Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“I will, but I’m sure the second he arrives he’ll be heading up to check on you.” Cosima says.
"Thank you," I tell her before heading back upstairs. When I enter his bedroom, I find a change of sleep clothes and do my night routine. I'm painfully slow going at it, hoping that Eros will walk through the door anytime now.
When that doesn't happen, I scoop Binx up. "We're cuddling, and you're going to like it," I tell him, crawling into bed and pulling him into me to snuggle close. He purrs, and the vibrations soothe me some. I feel tired, but I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep. I'm wrong because sleep pulls me under in a matter of minutes.
I jerk away when I feel a soft stroke on my cheek. "Eros," I mutter, opening my eyes to see him sitting on the side of the bed next to me. I start to smile, but when I get a good look at his face, my eyes adjust to the dim light. I gasp, sitting up. “What’s going on?”
“I was watching you sleep.”
“We’ll talk about you being creepy later. Who did this?” I almost reach out and touch the small butterfly bandages he has across the cut on his cheek but stop myself.
“Always touch me, Hellcat.” He takes my hand and brings it to his jaw. I stroke my thumb back and forth.
“What happened? Where did you go? Does it hurt?”
“Slow down.” He leans in and brushes his mouth against mine. My eyes fall closed as I lean into the kiss. My hand slips up the back of his neck, my fingers tangling into his hair. He groans, pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him. "Missed you." Now it's Eros gripping my hair, making me tilt my head back to expose my neck to him.
His mouth goes there; it always does. When I feel him start to suck, my body jerks against him, and I push my hips down, rubbing against his cock. That sucking sensation always feels like it's connected straight to my clit.
"Are you re-marking me?"
"Can't help it," he says when he releases my neck, then places a soft kiss to the spot.
"You're a barbaric Neanderthal." Which I’m finding I’m really into. I don’t say that last part out loud.
"I thought I was a sociopath."
"Right, you're a barbaric sociopathic Neanderthal," I correct. "Now stop distracting me with that mouth of yours."
“If I tell you, then can I go back to distracting you with my mouth?”
“If I say no, will you not tell me then?”
“No, I’ll tell you. I won’t keep things from you if you want to know them.” If I didn’t already know I was falling for Eros, that would have sealed it there. He knows my father kept far too many things from me. “But don’t deny me eating your pussy.”
“Eros!” Heat rushes to my face. I don’t know why I’m so scandalized. Eros actually lets his expression change to almost a puppy dog one.
“I think it would make me feel better.” A fit of girly giggles leaves me. This laughter is not typical for me, but I find myself embracing the softer side of my personality that I have kept hidden away. I want Eros to see me differently than anyone else ever has.
“Can’t have that.” I rest my hands on his shoulders. "You have yourself a deal." I don’t miss that Eros is now dressed in all black. That wasn’t what he was wearing earlier.
“It was your father.” That is nowhere near what I thought he might say. I open and then close my mouth, shocked for so many different reasons. First, that my dad did this to him. Second, because he saw my dad at all. Last but not least, that he’s being so casual about it. Well, the last one isn't so shocking. He and Naomi are good at hiding their emotions.
"Did you—"
"I didn't kill him." My stomach drops because that wasn't what I was about to ask, but it should have been. I hadn't even considered the possibility that Eros could have killed him.
"I was going to say put him in the hole."
"No." He gives a subtle shake of his head.
"I, ah—" I can't find my words. I mean, I know he's back, but it feels really real now. Tears sting my eyes. "He tried to kill you?" I get the words out but then feel as though I can’t breathe.
"I don't know."
"He cut your face!" I reach to touch it again, only grazing it softly.
"It could have been a warning. Just because you hurt a person doesn't mean you're going to kill them."
"Oh, my bad." My words are filled with sarcasm. "For thinking a serial killer would, you know. Kill you!"
“Let me tell you what happened.”
“Okay.” I wiggle in closer, and he wraps his arms around me. I listen as he tells me why they’d gone back to the condo and then on to him and my dad coming face-to-face.