Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“Wish he was still alive to torture.”
“I know.” She cupped his face with her hand. “But, again, I’m in a good place now. I don’t want any bad karma. You put out good and it comes back to you. And it came back to me in the form of a gorgeous, handsome, protective chef. And he might be mad because he thinks he didn’t save me today. But he saved me in all the ways that count. Because he gave me a safe place to be me. To dream, to hope, to live. He keeps me safe every day. He’s my reward for all the shit. And I’m never letting him go.”
“Baby,” he murmured, taking her mouth with his.
It was soft and gentle.
He was still mindful of her bruises even though her lip had healed.
It was exactly what she needed.
“I love you so much,” she told him.
“Love you too, baby. Always. You’re not allowed to leave me. Understand?”
“Never,” she swore to him. “Never.”
Opal stared at herself in the mirror in the closet.
The woman staring back at her looked pretty good. Most of the bruising had faded. Her hand was no longer bandaged and her fingers were just tapped up.
All in all, not bad.
Two weeks had passed since she was kidnapped.
Two weeks and no sex.
Enough was enough.
Tonight she was getting laid. No more treating her like she was delicate.
Which is why she’d put on this lacy red teddy. She looked amazing in it; it matched her red lipstick and red nails.
Hot.
“Gem? What are you doing? It’s time for bed,” Renard called out from the bedroom.
“Coming.”
She walked into the bedroom slowly and he glanced up and froze.
He was standing by her side of the bed. He’d gotten into the habit of tucking her into bed each night.
Which was sweet as hell.
But tonight, she didn’t want to be tucked into bed, she wanted to be fucked.
“Jesus. What’s that?”
“A lace teddy. You like it?”
“Like it? Fuck, Gem, are you trying to kill me?” he groaned.
“Nope. I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”
“Gem, no.” He turned fully toward her and held up his hands. There was some panic on his face. “I can’t.”
“Enough of the kid gloves. I get it. I was kidnapped and beaten, nearly arrested. But I need my man to do what he promised and give me what I need. Can you do that?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then give it to me soft and slow,” she whispered. “But I’m not going to break. I’m tough. And I know I still have some bruises, but they don’t really hurt anymore.”
“You’re the strongest person I know,” he told her gruffly. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve gentle and sweet.”
“Please, Renard. I need this. And you can be gentle and sweet.”
He sighed and studied her. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Then come here.” He crooked a finger at her.
She walked to him and he gently slid his hand around the back of her head to hold her as he kissed her.
Sweet and slow.
Then, taking her hand, he helped her into bed before following her. She kneeled up so she could look him over. All he wore was a pair of black boxers.
“You are so gorgeous,” she told him.
“Lie down, baby,” he said attempting to sit.
But she put her hand on his back. “Let me. Please?” She knew she wouldn’t get long until he took over, but she needed to have her way for a short while. And she figured this might be the only time she got to be in charge.
“All right.” He eyed her suspiciously, though.
Slowly, she drew them his boxers down, staring at his thick, hard cock. “Hellooo, Daddy.”
“Gem,” he scolded.
But when she glanced up at him, his lips were twitching.
“You like it,” she said.
“I do. But not in public, yeah? Got a rep to uphold.”
Uh-huh. “You got it.” She didn’t want to ruin his rep.
She ran her hand over his cock. She wanted to do this. She wanted to take him into her mouth and battle back those old enemies.
“Gem? What is it?”
“I want to suck you, take you into my mouth.”
“All right,” he said hesitantly. “Are you sure? Is your head still sore?”
“It’s not sore anymore.”
Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and slid him straight into her mouth.
But her mind started to wander. It swam through the past and she zoned out completely. She was no longer in that room, with Renard. She was somewhere else, lost in her head.
A sharp pain sliced through her head, bringing her out of the memory and into the present.
She drew up, off Renard’s cock.
Renard. She was here with Renard.
He wouldn’t harm her. He wasn’t Stefan. She wasn’t there.
When she leaned back, he sat up and grasped hold of her shoulders. His touch was gentle, but there was a hint of anger in his voice.