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)
Her shoulders shifted to the left as she tried to bolt.
I slammed my right palm against the wall, blocking her escape.
She pivoted to her right.
I slammed my left palm against the wall, just at her shoulder, caging her in.
Her head whipped forward. “You tricked me.”
I leaned my hips into hers. “I never once said I would play fair, babygirl. I play to win. And you are the prize I’m after.”
She shoved against my chest, but I wouldn’t budge.
“I’m nobody’s whore and I won’t abandon my friend. Especially not for a soulless monster who can’t feel.”
Christ, her words sent a sharp twist of pain right through the center of my chest. Dangerously close to a real emotion—the kind I hadn’t allowed since I was a boy on a gravel drive, watching my parents’ taillights disappear toward yet another European holiday that didn’t include me.
I ruthlessly crushed the feeling. Sentiment was a luxury I’d never been able to afford.
I brushed her cheek with the pads of my fingers. “Don’t be silly, little bird. The definition of a whore is someone who misuses their talents or sacrifices their self-respect for nominal financial gain. I have every intention of making sure you use all your talents to the greatest effect. And the financial gain will be significant considering your new status.”
She stiffened. “What does that mean?”
“It means you will earn absolutely everything you get.” I braced for her reaction.
Then her body unexpectedly relaxed.
She tilted her head to the side. “No.” She jabbed the center of my chest with her finger. “I’m on to you. You’re only saying that to get a rise out of me. To distract me. You want me to react. You want me to throw a punch, or kick and scream so you have an excuse to subdue me. And then what? One thing leads to another and you’re between my legs and I’ve forgotten all about my friend and thoughts of leaving?”
I kissed the top of her shoulder and skimmed my lips over her collarbone, then kissed the top of her breast, just above the thin blanket she had wrapped around herself. “Why mess with perfection? The plan has worked before.”
“Not this time. I’m getting my clothes and I’m leaving. I’m heading straight to the authorities and I’m letting them know Jameson is alive. If they won’t listen to me, then I’ll contact the federal authorities. At some point, I’ll reach someone that bastard hasn’t bribed!”
I looked down at her. “You will not bend on this?”
“No.”
“There is nothing I can say that will convince you that this is too dangerous and to back off and let me handle it?”
Her lips twisted into a smirk as she lifted one eyebrow. “What do you think?”
“Not even if I promise to feast on your pretty pussy until you are delirious with pleasure and can’t remember your own name?”
“No!”
“Stubborn little bird.” I shook my head.
“Arrogant douchebag,” she fired back.
I inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. Nodded. “Well, you can’t say I didn’t try.”
Before she could react, I covered her mouth and nose with my hand, cutting off her oxygen.
CHAPTER 42
MADISON
Ipushed against his wet chest.
Waves of water smacked against the marble tiles around the tub as we struggled.
“You bastard! You knew! You knew he wasn’t dead! You knew I didn’t kill him, and you had me arrested anyway!”
His cock was still deep inside me, and even as I struggled against him my body clenched around him, tightening. Every move I made sent a thrill through my core as he pressed against my G-spot.
Pierce snatched my wrists. He yanked me down onto his chest, growling, “Madison, stop it. You don’t understand. I had to.”
“Fuck you!” My wet wrists easily slithered out of his grasp.
He had to? No. He wanted to.
Fuck him—and his he had tos. It was all bullshit.
Tears pricked behind my eyes. I hated him, almost as much as I hated myself for getting lost in his touch.
I twisted my torso to the side, bucking my hips off him, breaking our intimate contact.
I lunged for the other end of the tub, slipping and sliding but determined.
When my stomach pressed into the side I pushed upward. A sharp pain stabbed against the base of my skull; Pierce grasped my long, drenched curls, and held me in place.
His body slammed into mine from behind, bending me over the porcelain edge of the tub, the side digging into my stomach.
I shrieked and stretched my arms out, grasping for something to defend myself with.
My fingers skidded over the wet tile—finding nothing I could reach, nothing I could hold onto or wield against him.
His arm reached around my hips and pulled my ass back to rest against his abdomen. His hard length pushed between my thighs and he leaned over me.
He thrust deep into me as he ground out, “I was protecting you, you little fool!”