Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
That's what Jareth and I are together. We're radioactive particles, crashing into one another to create something new—something powerful. It's intense and terrifying, but if we're brave enough, maybe it's strong enough to sustain us.
I want to find out.
It'll break me if we crash and burn, but I think it's breaking me not to take that chance, too. I lose my mind a little more every day because I want him so fucking badly. If ten days of messy beauty is all I get, I want it. Every damn second.
No more running. No more pretending.
Chapter Ten
Jareth
Iwalk Zoya backward toward the desk, my goddamn heart in my throat. Not breaking down her bedroom door the last few nights took every bit of restraint I have. Now that she's right here in front of me, looking up at me like I'm the only thing she sees, I have no self-control left. She tore it from me, strip by strip, leaving me wild. I haven't gotten a damn thing done in days because all I do is think about her.
Does she even know that she's completely obsessed me? Possessed me? Turned me inside out and upside down? She's so afraid this will end in disaster, that I'll break her, but that shit isn't happening. This isn't ending in ten days. It's not ending in ten years. I feel that truth resonating in my soul, the same way it has since I met her in Nadia's dressing room. This is permanent, unalterable.
I thrust out an arm, sweeping all of Trystan's shit from his desk. Stacks of paperwork, pens, and office supplies crash to the floor around us as I lift Zoya up, dropping her on top of my cousin's desk.
She shivers, her hazel eyes so dark with desire they're almost black.
I slip a hand beneath the hem of her shirt, my eyes locked with hers as I tug it upward, revealing acres of creamy skin. The shirt lands amidst the wreckage on the floor.
"Jesus," I groan, leaning back to look down at her.
She stares up at me, unblinking. Unashamed.
There's something so fucking sexy about her confidence and comfort in her own skin. She doesn't try to hide her curvy body from me. She knows she's beautiful.
"Get rid of the bra, princess," I rasp, palming my cock.
"Isn't that supposed to be your job?" she teases me.
"Next time. This time, I want to watch you bare yourself to me. Show me what you've been keeping from me."
She holds my gaze as she reaches behind her to unclasp the bra. Mischief dances in her eyes as the straps fall forward, the fabric caught between her body and her arm. She pulls it down slowly, tormenting me just because she can.
"Faster, Zoya."
The tops of her breasts peek into view, followed by her cherry red nipples.
I growl, palming my cock again. The bastard is so hard it's painful. "I'm going to leave my marks all over them," I murmur, reaching out to run one fingertip down the center of her chest.
She shivers beneath my touch, moaning softly.
"You won't be able to deny who you belong to when I'm finished."
"Jareth," she groans like she's chastising me, but I see the way she squeezes her thighs together. I see the desire in her eyes. She knows she's mine, the same damn way I know it.
I pinch her nipple, and her head lolls on her neck, her back arching.
"Pants next, princess."
Her lips part, her expression dazed as she fumbles for the button on her jeans. I keep playing with her tits, driving her wild as she works the zipper down with uncoordinated fingers.
Her ass lifts from the desk, her fingers tucked in the waistband to pull the fabric down her legs. I help balance her so she doesn't tumble over backward, growling with impatience as she strips for me.
She has to stop to kick off her shoes before she manages to fight free of her pants, and then she leans back, her eyes meeting mine again. "Happy now?" she asks, her cheeks flushed.
"Not even close," I growl. "Spread your legs. Let me see all of you."
"This is beginning to feel very one-sided," she mutters even as she obeys, slowly parting her thighs.
I don't even hesitate before ripping my shirt off over my head, giving her what she wants. My eyes lock on her pussy, on the way her juices cling to her lips.
Fucking hell. I want to bathe in her, fucking anoint myself in her honey.
"Oh," she whispers, eyes wide as they run all over my chest and abdomen. They linger on my tattoos before slowly lifting to my face. "You're so damn big, Jareth."
"Don't worry, baby. You can fit me."
She rolls her eyes, but she can't fight a smile. "I said you were big, not your cock. I'm reserving judgment."
My eyes narrow on her. "Reserving judgment, huh?"