Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Not to mention, I get why sometimes I catch him licking his scar, that raised skin over his mouth. One slide of my mouth over that puckered flesh and I’m obsessed. I can’t stop touching it. Can’t stop going back to it over and over. Maybe because it’s the part about himself that he hates the most. So it’s the part that needs the most love and tenderness. Whatever the reason, it’s mine now. Mine to love on, mine to kiss, mine to pamper. In fact, the whole of Radisson King is mine to care for. He’s always the one growling and thumping his chest like a caveman, calling me his, so he can deal with this.
He can also deal with the fact that I’m completely addicted to his taste. Probably because it’s not what I expected. He smells of leather and spice so I thought he’d taste tart or even lemony, but he tastes the exact opposite. He tastes sweet. Like honey or candy. Again, like a lollipop or something. God, if I didn’t sound like a young college girl before, who also happens to be a freaking teenager, then I do now. But you know what, fuck it. Isn’t that what I decided just now, before I threw myself in his arms? If kissing him feels like candies and hearts, then so be it.
Now if only he’d participate. It’s been several seconds, a couple of minutes even, since I started kissing him, but he’s still not come out of his shock. He really needs to hurry up because I’m getting impatient here. I’m squirming in his arms, pulling at his hair, really pressing my mouth to his.
Which is when he wakes up. Thank God.
His chest moves against my body, almost violently, wildly. Then comes his arm. I feel it move and go up from my back, his fingers tangling in my hair. I feel him wrapping my braid around his palm, and all of that is so, so good that I sigh into his mouth. I start to smile into our kiss when he pulls at my braid and yanks my head back. I cry out with the initial pain but then moan when that pain melts into pleasure. God, I’ll never get over how fucking sexy that is.
But I don’t have time to revel in his rough ministrations because keeping my head tilted back, he leans over me. “You never listen, do you?”
“I didn’t care about what you had to say,” I whisper back.
His eyes flash and his grip in my hair tightens. “That so?”
I pull at his hair, too, and flex my thighs around him. “Yes. I knew you were going to s-stop me, give me all the reasons why I shouldn’t do it.”
He runs his eyes over my face before he rasps, “You think you’re so smart, yeah?”
“No, I think I’m really fucking dumb for not doing this before.”
His jaw clenches. “Language.”
I smile and lick my lips. “Why don’t you spank me then?”
His eyes narrow.
“You can do it anywhere you like,” I keep going. “On my bouncy ass. Or even on my pink p—”
He growls, cutting me off. Then, “For a girl who don’t know how to kiss, you sure run your mouth like a fuckin’ slut.”
My thighs tremble and all I feel is stinging pleasure running through my veins at him calling me that. That being said, that was really rude of him to point out, and frowning, I tug at his hair. “That was mean.”
“You ain’t seen mean yet.”
“You know that was my first kiss.”
“And you shouldn’t have wasted it on a man like me.”
“See?” I flex my thighs around him, frowning even harder. “I knew you were going to say something like that. I knew—”
“Because,” he cuts me off, his face even closer and his fingers turning brutal in my hair, “I’ve been tryna do the right thing. Been tryin’ really fuckin’ hard to keep you pure, innocent. Unsullied.” He shakes his head at “unsullied.” “My life hasn’t been easy. There’s been pain, you know that. So much goddamn pain that I don’t even notice it anymore. But the last three days, of livin’ out here with you have been the most painful days of my life. I’ve been burnin’”—his chest shudders again—“to get close to you. Achin’ from the scent of you. Longin’ for the taste of you. To touch you, to not touch you. To put my hands on you, to not put my hands on you. It’s fuckin’ torture and I’ve been dyin’, darlin’, for you. But then again, we both know you were sent to torture me, so I took it. I told myself, I’ll do the right thing. I’ve already traumatized you enough to last a lifetime, I’ll let you live in peace. And you know how hard it is for me to do the right thing, given all I’ve done ever since I laid eyes on you are the things both God and law would frown upon.