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)
Those same eyes filled with tears. "Madison is my business. She's my friend. I can't abandon her. Not when she needs me more than ever."
I stroked the curve of her cheek with the side of my thumb. "You've fucked us both. Do you realize that? It was only Madison that was in his crosshairs, and she would have been fine…eventually. But you ruined everything. You're a loose end now. A dangerous one. He won't let you live. I can’t let you live.”
She wrapped her fingers around my wrist as she implored me. "Just let me go. He doesn't need to know. I'll disappear. Madison and I both. We'll leave Cliffs End. We'll change our names, buy new identities, whatever it is you need us to do. No one will ever hear from us again. You'll never have to see me again."
My gaze lowered from her eyes to her kiss-crushed lips and back. I shook my head. "It's too late for that. You made too much noise with the cops and the media. You asked too many questions."
I kissed her again, unable to resist the temptation of her mouth.
Her lower lip quivered against mine as I licked her salty tears with the tip of my tongue. She tasted too good to let go. Even if Jameson never came for her, I would have kept her anyway.
I lifted her knee up higher as I pressed my hips deeper against her body. Grinding my hard cock against her denim-covered core, my abdominal muscles tensed as the need to drive my shaft deep and hard into her sweet pussy rose inside me like a primal thirst, firing my blood until it pounded in my ears.
She was so small and delicate. My fingertips would almost touch if I wrapped them around her throat.
The way her lips parted and her gaze shone as she stared up at me was completely distracting. She was pleading for herself and the life of her friend, all the while I was imagining her wet heat gripping my cock.
The hammering inside my chest wouldn't stop. A driving drumbeat of feral lust that drowned out every rational thought.
I needed to feel her skin.
Her warmth.
My name on her lips begging me to stop, to keep going, harder and faster, until I ripped her apart at the seams. My hand slid along the inside of the waistband of her jeans.
Feeling the soft brush of her skin against the backs of my knuckles, I flicked the metal button open.
She moaned against my lips and pressed her hand over the top of mine.
Unheeding of her soft restraint, I lowered her jeans zipper. She was going to fight and curse, and it was going to be supremely satisfying when she gave in to me. My darling little bird was going to submit.
Breathless, she tilted her head to the side. "Greyson, we can't. You have to—"
Letting go of her knee, I slipped my hands inside her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. "I can, and you want me to. You need me to. All you have to do is say it."
"No, we can't. We need to st—" Her words cut off when I cupped her pussy through the silk of her panties. The damp fabric pressed against my palm. Fuck. She was ready for me.
My mouth slid along her jawline to gently bite her ear before I rasped, "The only thing you have to do is say yes. I won't even make you beg…this time."
She rolled her head from side to side against the wall, her brow furrowed. "No. This is wrong. We can't— I have to— I need to—" Her words turned into a whimper of need that went straight to my cock.
I bit her earlobe harder, tracing the seam of her pussy with just one finger, staying on top of her panties, making her burn for me. "Denying me would be wrong. Denying yourself would be worse."
For one brief, blinding moment, I thought she would submit to me, submit to her own desires. I was almost disappointed. She was just so adorably sexy when she was mad.
I should have known she wouldn’t disappoint…
Catching me off guard, she shoved at my chest, then dipped low to slip under my arm, out of my embrace. After tripping over her jeans, she stepped out of the legs and kicked them aside.
Then turned on me.
Her arms crossed protectively over her chest, she fired back, "Are you serious? What's your plan, Greyson? To get your rocks off then kill me?"
There was no plan.
I hadn't planned on her.
I refused to answer, too mesmerized by the sight of her long, sleek legs and the flash of pastel pink panties peeking out from under the hem of her blouse.
My hand lowered to rub the heel of my palm along my hard length. There was only the black silk of my pajama bottoms separating me from her bare skin. Her kiss was wild and reckless. My mouth watered imagining what her cunt was going to taste like.