Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
I’m a silent eater. Perhaps it’s a bad habit. I’ve been shoveling food into my mouth without even thinking about conversation.
Her voice is quiet. Withdrawn.
“No,” I tell her. “I’m going to put them back up.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Really.”
“But why?”
You look very upset. Too fragile. Too defeated.
“You’ve convinced me of the benefits of not being a miserable ass all the time.”
Her laugh is beautiful. It seems to take her off guard. She throws her head back and gives herself to the laughter. I watch her, a soft smile on my lips. She’s devastatingly beautiful, especially when her bun comes loose and messily spreads over her neck and face.
She adjusts it. “Then my work here isn’t a complete waste of time.”
“Nope. Just mostly.”
She giggles. “Jerk.”
“I can’t deny that. Want to help me with the decorations after we eat? Though… you’ve barely touched yours.”
“I ate right before I got here.”
“Ah.” I reach over, take her plate, then use my knife to push the food onto mine. “More for me. Sounds good.”
Another gorgeous giggle. “You’re an animal.”
“No denying that, either.”
I wolf the food down, then we step into the living room together. We talk a little as we hang the streamers and replace the ornaments. Just send each other looks. My dark soul twitches as I think about what it’d be like to be a proper human being.
At one point, she leans over the coffee table, and I catch a glimpse of her thick, full ass hugged tightly by her jeans. My dick twitches and stiffens as I imagine tearing down her jeans. Sliding my hand between her legs to feel how wet I’ve made her.
She looks at me over her shoulder. Catches me looking. Doesn’t look too mad about it.
Soon, we’re done. We stand at the door together. The living room is once again a winter wonderland.
“Happy?” she says, turning to me.
The decorations don’t do much for me, but her expression does.
“Ecstatic,” I murmur.
Another eye roll. I love her sassiness. Her sincerity.
“I should go,” she says. “I’ve got work later.”
“Thanks for coming by,” I tell her, following her toward the door.
“Thanks for saying that like you mean it.”
In the hall, I lean past her to grab her coat from the peg. She looks up at me and bites her lip. Makes a breathy noise that thunders through my body and goes straight to my base.
Her eyes brim with expectation. She lets her lip go. Opens her mouth like she’s expecting a kiss.
Fuck.
She seems ready. Eager for it. My thoughts cloud as I try to remember Julian, how much of a betrayal this would be. Try to remember how unsuited this bright, happy, ray of sunshine woman is to my world. How unsuited she is to the Beast.
Then I kiss her.
She gasps with surprise as I take her arms in my hands and hold her tightly, pulling our bodies together. My length presses through my pants. I can feel her heat through her clothes. She whimpers, opens her mouth. Finds my tongue as I search for hers.
Her hands glide to my shirt, tug on it. Our mouths work in unison. Hot pleasure surges through my body, urging me to tear at her clothes.
Then I see Julian. Staring at me from my thought. From my memory.
“What the hell are you doing, Damian?”
I let her go. Step away quickly, like she’s on fire and the flames are going to spread.
“That was…” She stares at me with panic.
“Nothing happened,” I snarl.
She nods quickly, avoiding my eye. “Yeah. Right. Exactly. Nothing happened.”
She grabs her coat, doesn’t bother putting it on, and just leaves.
I close the door behind her, but I can’t stop myself from watching her through the peephole. My stiff cock grows even harder. My chest tightens. My thoughts go to insane and unlikely places.
I bury it all.
That’s a lie. I try to. But I fail miserably.
Already, I’m thinking about kissing her again.
Already, I’m thinking about doing more than just kissing.
CHAPTER 6
CELINE
Ilie in bed, sleep a long way off despite how busy my day has been. It’s two AM. I worked a late shift. I should collapse into an exhausted heap like I usually do.
But I can’t stop thinking about the kiss, his rough lips grinding against mine, his solid, firm body pressing against mine. He growled as our bodies rubbed together, as if he’s been waiting for this since the party a couple of years ago–as if he noticed me when I noticed him.
I remember the urgency in the kiss most of all. He grabbed me with solid hands, held me in place like letting go was the worst idea imaginable. Our bodies rubbed together, and already, we were sinking into a rhythm.
Then he stopped and stared at me, and I knew what he was thinking about… who he was thinking about.
He knew it was wrong. I know it’s wrong, even now as my hand strays down my body and cautiously slips into my underwear. My belly tingles and my nub throbs as I relive the kiss over and over… and over…