Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
If she stabbed me through the heart it would hurt less.
She’s ending it.
I drop my head, rattled.
“I believe that at some point in your life you have to take a big swing and truly go all in, or else what’s the point?” She shrugs.
“It’s not that simple, we come from different worlds.” I drag my hand through my hair, completely flustered. “I’ve told you already, I’m not good at relationships and as soon as we put pressure on it everything is going south.”
“Why do you think that you are not good at relationships?”
“I don’t think it, I know it. I’m not….” I pause. “Wired the same as most people.”
She reaches over the table and takes my hand in hers as her eyes search mine. “My love will not heal you, Edward, but I can hold your hand while you heal yourself.”
Emotion unexpectedly fills me and her silhouette blurs.
What the fuck is going on with me lately?
“Hey….” She gets up and comes around and sits across my lap, her lips dust mine. “We can work it out together.”
“I’m not capable of giving you what you want, Alora,” I murmur as my arm tightens around her. “You need to move on.”
“No.” She kisses me again. “I’m not leaving you where you are.”
“You need to because…” I shake my head, “…I can’t….”
“Yes. You can.”
I lean my forehead against her shoulder, words escape me. There is nothing I can say that will make either of us feel any better.
“If you can’t do it for you…then do it for me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ALORA
“Alora.” He pushes me off his lap and stands in a rush. “I have to go….”
Shit…too much, too soon.
“No. You didn’t eat your dinner yet,” I stammer in a panic. “If this is our last night together, let’s just enjoy it.”
He twists his lips as he looks around.
“Enough of the deep talk.” I hold my hands up. “I promise.”
He begrudgingly sits back down.
Stop making demands, you idiot.
“All you have to think about is how many orgasms I’ll have tonight.”
He gives me a lopsided smile. “That, I can do.”
DARKNESS
Glasses on, headphones secure, I aim the pistol at the target and fire.
Bull’s-eye.
I load the gun and take aim again and shoot.
Bull’s-eye.
Everything is falling into place, I’m nearly there.
Locked, ready, and loaded.
ALORA
The steam envelops us as the hot water falls from above.
My head is on Edward’s chest and his big safe arms are around me as we stand under the shower. My legs still shaky, it’s late, and like every time we sleep together, more of the façade came down. We always start off rough, fucking hard. Feeding our bodies with an animalistic attraction, but then it turns into something else, something more.
The bad girl in me loves Mr. Doe in all his dark glory, but the soft girl in me is falling harder for Edward.
Mr. Prescott the powerful mogul seems a million miles away from us, which in itself is ridiculous because I know he’s the same man. But how do you reconcile craving a powerful sex maniac, while yearning for the softer, more loving man who is buried deep within him?
His lips are at my temple as he holds me in his arms and every now and then he kisses me softly as if he, too, is trying to make sense of this.
What started as a carnal attraction is developing into so much more.
“You need to sleep, Doe,” he says softly. “You’re exhausted. Let’s get you into bed.”
I smile sleepily, my favorite thing in the world is hearing him call me Doe. “Okay.” But I don’t move, because being here under the hot water with him is like being in our own little love cocoon.
Eventually we get out and he wraps me in a towel and dries me as if I am a child.
I’m not sure why he does this, but perhaps it’s to make amends for how hard he uses my body during sex. I smile sleepily up at him as he dries my hair.
“What?” He concentrates on his task.
“You know…. You’re a really, really great fuck.”
He chuckles as if surprised. “Just really, really great?”
“Like otherworldly.” I widen my eyes.
“Otherworldly?” He hangs the towel up and leads me into the bedroom. “How many other world creatures have you slept with?”
“Just you.” I smile as I lie down. “The others didn’t let me sleep.”
He chuckles and lifts the covers up as he tucks me in and turns and walks around my bedroom naked as I watch on. His large body is ripped, every muscle is proudly on display. He has that distinct V that leads down to his groin. His thick cock hangs heavily between his legs and damn….
I’m not even joking. Edward Prescott is a beast to behold. My body throbs for hours after. His size, his domination, his sheer will over my body, an addiction that I have no idea how I’m going to break.