Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
I really can’t breathe now. My nipples flare wide awake and shoot from relaxed to diamond hard. Just like that.
His mouth is close to mine, and his eyes blaze fire. Like the real kind.
Oh. He’s mad at me. The whole leaving with Rosy and not with him situation. And he’d just ripped my shirt with his driver in the front seat. There’s no divider. “Um.” My gaze drops to Justice’s lips. Full and firm.
His fingers twist, tightening my bra painfully.
I suck in air and lean closer to him, instinctively trying to ease the pressure. “I don’t like the caveman act,” I croak.
Something changes in his eyes. Like a hidden monster flicking closer to the surface. “Don’t you, now?” His voice is silky. Challenging. Pissed.
I’d swallow but my throat is dry. Completely. “No.” I try to make my voice firm, but I’m still breathy. Who wouldn’t be? The guy’s deadly. “We have enough going on right now,” I whisper. “Let’s deal with all of that.” Like with whoever’s trying to kill us.
He pulls me even closer. “I’m dealing with you. First.”
Oh, God. What does that mean? His free hand somehow releases the button and zipper on my jeans in another smooth motion. Before I can protest, he has two fingers inside my panties, sliding them inside me. Not gently. He seems to like to do this. I suck in air and move against him, already wet. Heat fills my face at that. Dark red spirals beneath his cheekbones at the same time.
I stare at him, my mouth opening. The driver is right there. We’re speeding way too fast through town. His fingers are inside me.
“Say my name,” he whispers, his heated breath warming my mouth.
“Justice,” I whisper instantly, overcome.
Triumph and hunger glitter in those eyes now along with pleasure. At the sound of my voice. His name. The situation, probably. “If this is what it takes to make you obey, I’m all in.” He scrapes his nail across my clit.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Panic fills me along with the most erotic sense of danger. My clit has a mind of its own as I move against his hand.
“Who owns you?” His mouth is on mine now, and I can feel his lips move.
I shake my head, holding my breath. I won’t give him that. Not here. Not now.
The car lurches to a stop, and my shoulders relax. I realize a second too late that there is no safety. Somebody outside the car opens the door and Justice moves us out and into the drilling rain, his fingers still inside me. He tosses me over his shoulder, his fingers working now, his other hand now on my back, keeping me in place.
Rain drills us and chills me. I try to struggle, and he adds a third finger to the others, stretching me painfully. Then we’re inside.
“Don’t disturb us,” he orders.
Oh, man. He really doesn’t care who sees us doing anything. Everything. Doesn’t care a whit.
I’m flopped over his back, my hair covering my face, and I don’t look up from a worn wooden floor. Don’t want to know who sees. The smell of peanuts fills my head. We move into another room and he kicks the door shut with one foot. He leans forward, and a bunch of papers and notebooks as well as a laptop crash to the floor.
He flips me over onto my back and I land on a desk, shoulders and then my head as he rips off my jeans and panties. He crouches and his mouth is on me. Hard. His thumbs dig into my thighs, spreading them, and then he sucks my clit into his heated mouth.
Fire lashes through me. I cry out, an old desk chilling my butt. It’s not enough. Too much. I can’t think. He nips and licks, not gentle, bringing me to the brink. Right to the edge. Then he backs off. Once and then again. I’m sweating, moving, needing. I can’t think. My ears tingle. His grip is bruising, and his mouth deadly.
He lifts up, his chin on my clit, as he releases my thighs. “Keep them open or I’ll spank your pussy until you’re raw.”
A mini orgasm nearly takes me and my thighs tremble. But I stay still. So I don’t see his hand move until it’s clasped around my neck, partially raising me.
I grab his solid arm out of instinct.
“Hands. Down.” There’s no give in his tone, and his face looks carved from rock. Hunger glows in his eyes along with that darkness that terrifies me. Yet I’ve never wanted anyone or anything this badly.
I dig my nails into his forearm.
His fingers tighten on my neck until my air is cut off. Tears fill my eyes and I scratch him, fighting. He doesn’t relent. Finally, the room swimming around me, I drop my arms to the desk. His hold relaxes.