Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“I’ve ruined him? You’re the one who threw me at him! And now you’re all pissy because I did exactly what you told me to do?” she seethes. “Who’s the sociopath now?”
I throw up my hands in frustration.
“It looks like I’m not the only one who’s a suicide bomber, huh?” she says. “Looks like you’re willing to blow yourself up to win every bit as much as I am.”
She’s right about that. Fuck. I’m a fucking suicide bomber, goddammit. What’s happening to me? Kat’s driving me certifiably insane.
Wordlessly, I grab her arm and pull her to the elevators—I’m gonna drag her to her room and ditch her sorry ass there, let her think about what she just did to poor Henn—what she just did to me, goddammit—but when the doors open, something overtakes me. This woman makes me fucking crazy. I can’t get enough of her, even when she pisses me off.
I pull her inside the elevator, drop my duffel bag, and slam her against the fucking wall, pressing my hard-on into her and kissing her neck.
She moans loudly. “Yes,” she breathes.
“Stop torturing me,” I say, groping her breasts. “No more fucking games.”
She throws her head back and lifts her leg around my waist, guiding my hard-on into her crotch. I grind into her, pinning her hands above her head, licking and kissing her face, her ears, her chin—but not her lips. Fuck no, not her lips. There’s no fucking way.
The doors open. We’re on her floor. I pick up the duffel and drag her out of the elevator roughly and into the hallway, but we don’t make it more than a few steps before I’m attacking her again. Goddamn this woman. I pin her to the wall again, just outside the elevator, and unbutton her jeans, sliding my hand inside her pants. She cries out as my fingers slide into her pussy. Oh God, she’s so wet. My dick is throbbing mercilessly. I can’t stand this anymore. I’ve got to have her. “You’re evil,” I say, sliding my fingers in and out of her. “You’re so fucking evil.”
She moans loudly as my fingers fuck her furiously.
She begins pawing at the front of my jeans, trying to unbutton my fly.
“I’ve got to have you,” I growl. “Fuck this shit, Kat. Come on.”
“Yes,” she says. “Do it. Come on.”
The nearby elevator dings.
I pull my hand out of her pants and leap back from her, shaking with my arousal, and a small group of forty-something women tumble out of the elevator, laughing hysterically.
“Which way?” I mumble. “I forget your room number.”
She points. “2715.”
I grab her arm and yank her toward her room, my cock throbbing, my nostrils flaring. “No more bullshit. I’m fucking you right now. This is over right now.”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” she asks as I drag her down the hallway.
“Because I didn’t think you were gonna actually go through with it.”
“I thought for sure you were gonna stop me.”
We’ve reached her room. “Gimme your key. I’m fucking you right now.”
She exhales. Something in her eyes has shifted. “No, wait.” She swallows hard. “Why didn’t you stop me?” Her eyes are glistening with obvious hurt. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to stand seeing another man kiss me—even Henn.”
My heart squeezes. She looks authentically hurt.
“Kat,” I say, shocked at the genuine emotion on her face.
“I thought you’d stop me.” She wipes her watering eyes.
Oh, shit. I’ve fucked up here, haven’t I? I’ve really fucked up.
“I just...” I begin, my head reeling. “I thought we were in a... battle to the death... I was... just trying to force your hand.”
Why does she look like she’s about to cry?
Kat wipes her eyes again. “I’m tired of battling to the death, Josh,” she says softly, exhaling. “Or maybe I’m just plain tired.” She motions to her room. “You wanna fuck me, but you don’t wanna take off your mask. Sorry, but I’m not interested.”
I’m speechless.
She exhales a long breath. “I’m just gonna get some sleep tonight. I’m totally sleep deprived.”
“What? No. Let me come in with you.”
“Why? What’s the point?” Her blue eyes have steeled over. “Thanks for walking me to my room.” She turns to swipe her key-card in the lock.
“Kat, wait.” I grab her arm.
She freezes.
My pulse is pounding in my ears. How did we go from attacking each other in the elevator to this? What just happened?
“I’m sorry, Kat,” I say. “I... thought you’d back down. I was just... I didn’t understand. I didn’t know it would hurt your feelings.”
She stares at me, apparently waiting for me to continue.
But I don’t. I don’t know what else to say.
“I think I just need a short break from the game—or maybe I just need a little sleep. Either way, I just wanna crash.”
“Kat, wait,” I say, squeezing her arm gently. “Let me come in. Talk to me.”