Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
As the unrelenting torrent hammered down on our writhing forms, he drove into me with ever-increasing ferocity.
And with each thrust, I hated him more. For being right.
CHAPTER 22
PIERCE
Ipushed my hips down, forcing her legs open wider and thrust in deep.
I wanted—no, needed—her to feel every inch.
I wanted her to carry my mark for days.
I wanted her bruised and sore.
I wanted her to feel me so deeply inside, I became a part of her.
I wanted there to be little doubt who now owned her body.
Madison arched beneath me.
My blood was so heated, I couldn’t tell if she was struggling against me or responding to my touch. God help me, I didn’t care. Not when she looked at me like that, not when her pussy gripped me this hard.
I was a man possessed. Nothing mattered but feeling the hot clench of her body around mine. I cared little for the continuing storm. If anything, it made the squeeze of her tight cunt that much hotter, and the tears on her face glittered that much brighter mixed with the rain.
The cliff face threatened, a sharp reminder I had almost lost her a moment ago.
If I had been a half a second later, she would have plunged to her death.
Her terrified scream and the sight of her slight frame violently pitching forward and almost disappearing over the edge would forever be seared into my memory.
I needed to feel her warm body beneath mine to reassure myself she was alive.
Snatching at her tied wrists, I stretched her arms taut over her head and fisted the wet silk to keep her secure.
She turned her head to the side as I leaned down to capture her lips. I wrapped my other hand around her jaw and tilted her face forward. “Give me your mouth,” I commanded.
Her beautiful gaze was lit with an inner fire, fueled by rage and passion. “If I say no, you’ll take it, anyway.”
There was no point in arguing with the truth.
To punish her for not immediately obeying me, I pressed my mouth to the top curve of her left breast. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against my skin. Further proof she was alive and in my arms. I was never letting her go after this. I opened my mouth wider and sank my teeth into her flesh, branding her.
Her cry of alarm was lost in the wind.
I pulled back and laved at the red crescent. Almost wishing I had broken skin, so I could taste the coppery tang of her blood. I was that feral, that lost to all humanity and civilizing forces. I increased the pace of my thrusts. The moment her lips opened on a gasp, I bent and once again feasted on her.
Her mouth was tinged with salt from the ocean air, adding bitterness to the kiss.
I wrenched free and stared down at her.
Her skin had taken on a softly luminous quality. She was the most dangerous thing I had ever held.
The rain wasn’t stopping. Neither was I. The ocean was deafening below us and thunder cracked overhead, but none of it was louder than the blood in my ears.
We were so close to the edge it added to the intensity, to the chaotic nature and dangerous, illicit beauty of our actions. We were not lovers in a frenzied coupling. We were not making love. I was fucking her.
I was a beast mating in the woods. And this would change nothing between us. This wasn’t just madness, it was wrong.
If I had a shred of decency, I would have let her leave me and this wretched town. I would have given her enough money to start over somewhere far away, saving her from the evil intentions of my poisonous family...and from me.
Unfortunately for Madison, I wasn’t a decent man.
In many ways, I was no better than my degenerate brother.
In fact, I was worse.
He had just used her as a disposable pawn in a twisted game of revenge.
My plans for her were much more devious…I was no longer just going to deprive her of her freedom.
I was going to take her body, her heart, her very soul.
Beneath me, she was still. Not fighting. Not crying. Her breathing had slowed to match mine, and her fingers, which had been clawing at the silk binding her wrists, lay slack. I didn’t know what that meant. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
CHAPTER 23
HAILEY
Jameson wasn’t dead.
Holy shit!
Jameson wasn’t dead.
What did Greyson mean by “yet?”
Jameson wasn’t dead. Yet.
This changed everything.
Madison was free.
I pushed against the hard wall of Greyson’s chest. “I have to get out of here!”
His hand clenched around my elbow. “I’ve already made myself clear on that point.”
I jerked back; his grip tightened around my arm, refusing to let me free. “This isn’t funny. Let me go!”
His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lifted. “I wasn’t laughing.”