Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
I hadn’t asked her nearly enough questions since she came here. Avoiding the subject.
Violence had always been sufficient for me. The answer. The only connection I needed to anyone.
But that didn’t stand with Daisy.
She dipped her chin, averting my gaze when she whispered, “No. I was just…so alone, Cash. Everyone I had ever loved had left me.”
Guilt cut through me like a blade. I’d stolen so much from her, and she didn’t even know. Then I left her.
How could I be so wretched as to ever touch her? And how could it feel like that was exactly what I was supposed to do?
My mind ran to the tattoo on the inside of her wrist.
In Silence We Must Endure.
I took her wrist, pressed my lips to the words, and whispered, “You aren’t alone anymore.”
THIRTY-TWO
DAISY
Shivers rocked through my body as I tried to process what had happened. As I tried to process what he said and the way he touched me.
Power rippled from him as he reached over and turned off the showerhead, though he kept his other hand on my waist to keep me steady.
He had to know I was about three seconds from falling right back to my knees.
“Hold on.” He reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. I thought he was going to wrap it around himself, but instead, he wrapped it around me.
He remained completely naked.
A bare brute of rippling muscle. Beads of water still dribbling down his flesh.
If this was a dream, I kind of hoped it went on forever.
“Come here,” he rumbled, and he guided me into the middle of his bathroom. My feet pressed into the plush rug beneath me.
He leaned down, hazel eyes peering up at me as he pushed his hands under the towel and gathered the wet fabric of my underwear.
I trembled as he dragged them down and tossed them to the floor, then he stood again. The man obliterating reason and sight as he came to tower over me.
He shifted the towel out so he could get hold of my tank, my actions awkward as I tried to hold onto the towel and help him get the tank over my head.
I almost rolled my eyes at my self-consciousness. As if he didn’t just have his fingers inside me.
He quirked a rare smirk in my direction. God, it was pretty. My belly tumbled on top of itself at the sight.
Then it tipped over again at the sound of his guttural voice. “You gonna get shy now, fiancée?”
There was a tease to it, Cash’s mood shockingly light.
Maybe he’d really needed an orgasm, too. God knew I felt a whole lot better.
I chewed at the inside of my cheek. “I honestly don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now.”
He tossed my tank aside, then hooked my chin with his index finger.
His expression flashed with that severity. “You rest in me.”
He stared at me that way for the longest time before he let go of a sigh and turned away so he could grab a towel from under the sink.
My gaze roved, taking in every imposing inch of him.
His back carved, bulging muscle and his ass…
I gulped.
He was so beautiful, it was unfair.
Then I winced a bit when he shifted a fraction and I caught sight of the wound on his side. His injuries had all but been forgotten.
“Are you hurting?” I managed around the thickness in my throat.
He grunted a low sound as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
There was something different in his demeanor. Something that hadn’t been there before. This air of cockiness that had been missing. “You think I could be in pain after that?”
Redness streaked, and I dipped my attention away from his obscenely handsome face. “Did you…like it?”
The sound he emitted was almost angry, though his touch was gentle as he reached for my chin again, nudging it up so I was looking at him. “You think there’s a chance that I didn’t? Meant it, what I said when I told you it was the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
His expression dimmed. “I’m not supposed to feel that good. I’m nothing but a bastard for taking that pleasure from you.”
My head barely shook. “I wanted to make you feel good, too.”
His thumb traced over my jaw. “Won’t ever forget it.” His eyes were wistful and full of grief. “Warned you about who I am, Daisy. About who I’ve become. And I’m worried that now that I’ve touched you, I won’t know how to stop.”
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want him to. How reckless was that? I must have been a masochist with the way I set myself up to get my heart trampled whenever it came to him.
“I liked it, too,” I admitted. “So much.”
The grin he wore was almost cruel, and he leaned in closer. His masculine scent invaded my senses. “Think that much was apparent. Could taste your pleasure on my tongue and could feel it throbbing around my fingers.”