Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
(Like Mr. Mine, perhaps?)
The thought comes out of nowhere, but I quickly brush it aside and distract myself by checking the time.
Mm.
Since it usually takes Grandpa Paco at least an hour before he's done playing backgammon with his old pals, I guess that leaves me free to just wander aimlessly around the club, and that's exactly what I end up doing until my feet eventually take me to a gardenside cafe.
It starts to rain just as I take one of the tables by the window, and my fingers tremble as I wrap them around my frothy hot cup of latte.
Déjà vu, self.
A twinge of pain squeezes my heart, but I force myself to ignore it. I reach for my cup, but just as I'm about to take a sip, someone slides into the chair next to mine, and I end up choking instead.
Mr. Mine.
I lower my cup back on the table rather clumsily, and when I look up, it's to see his tiger-gold eyes glittering at me in a way that has my body reacting with shameless haste. My breasts are now swollen and aching, my nipples erect, and my pussy quivering and oh-so-wet.
"Hello."
The purr in his voice makes me want to close my eyes and savor it...even as I have this really stupid urge to cry.
I hate you, Mr. Mine.
Do you know how many times you've caused me to curl up in bed, all agonized and terrified because I couldn't bear thinking that I could never hear you purr again?
His gaze darkens. "You're angry at me."
"Shouldn't I be?"
"Is that why you were trying to make me jealous?"
I only shrug this time, and his tiger-gold eyes blazes with fury.
"Who is he?"
He isn't shouting, but he almost is, and I never, ever thought it was possible for a man like Mr. Mine to loose his shit like this.
"Is he your new boyfriend?"
"Why do you care?"
"Just answer the fucking question, damn you!"
Mr. Mine is definitely no Brian. He won't ever think it's 'cool' if he were to catch me looking at another man, but—-
"You pushed me away, remember?"
"And you said you wanted to be mine, remember?"
My heart pounds against my chest even though his words leave me furious and frustrated, but more than anything else I'm also fascinated against my will by the savageness of his tone and the way rage is etched over the sculpted lines of his face .
"What is it do you want from me?" I ask helplessly. "You flirt with me, but you push me away. You disappear from my life, but now—-"
His fist pounds the table, and I nearly jump out of my seat.
"Do I really have to spell it out for you?"
I don't know whether to feel impressed or worried that Mr. Mine doesn't seem to care he has other people around us staring.
"I thought I could live without you," he says between clenched teeth, "but the moment I saw some boy dare touching what's mine, I knew I was wrong."
Oh, Mr. Mine.
"I need you, and just you."
"Because you were jealous?"
"Possessive."
"Which also means...jealous."
"Damn you."
All I can do is look at him this time, and not just because our rapid exchange of words has me temporarily out of breath.
I'm dying, self.
And it's all because of the way he's said those words. It's almost like he's telling me...
I love you.
Tiger-gold eyes narrow at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Because I think you're in love with me.
That's really what I think.
What I feel.
But since I also know it's too early to drop that kind of bomb—-
"Because it's my first time to have a man jealous over me."
It's the truth, but not quite the truth either.
Mr. Mine studies me broodingly. "So you were trying to make me jealous."
"I wasn't—-"
"It doesn't matter."
"But I really wasn't—-"
"I'll make sure to take the necessary steps so you will have no reason to make me feel jealous again."
I know I should insist on clarifying that I truly wasn't trying to make him jealous, but his words have me successfully distracted. "Steps? What kind of steps?"
His tiger-gold eyes gleam, and I realize too late I've fallen for his trap.
"To start with...I'll take you up to my suite."
Holy—-
"Remove your clothes."
Holy—
"And make you cum again and again until you understand that you are the only woman I'm craving for."
Holy fuck-a-poley.
Chapter Six
If I ever needed more proof that this man is out of my league, then those words are it.
Tread carefully, self.
Imagine yourself as this helpless little lamb, and right next to you is a tiger. Would you feel safe and comfy, just because its claws are sheathed, and it has yet to open its jaws?
No, of course not.
Big, bad animals like Mr. Mine will always make creatures like me feel small and vulnerable, and I love it.
He only has to stare at me the way he's doing now, and I already feel like I'm in danger. All he has to do is be close to me, and it's more than enough to have a creamy rush of lust drenching my pussy.