Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Just break me.
All my life, Holden was pure discipline. A force of nature.
Now, I want to strip that control away.
No more caution.
No more filter.
Just this, just lust.
Just us and this sweet, insatiable insanity.
He grabs my breasts, first one then the other, the darkness swelling so beautifully in his eyes like a night tide.
I’m fighting to breathe before he pulls out and flips me over.
Before I can protest, he’s in me again, mounting me from behind.
I press my ass against his magnificent cock, face down on the pillow.
His breath becomes a dull, steady roar like a river. He’s pounding me, threatening to turn this bed into splinters with forceful, quickening strokes.
I reach down, my fingers slick.
The sugar rush is so intense, I think I might pass out.
“So goddamned good,” he says above me. “So fucking tight. So obsessed.” His voice breaks on that last word and I lose it.
Yes, holy shit, yes!
If sex doesn’t feel like obsession, then what’s the point?
His hand curls around my neck, holding me down with just enough pressure to feel my pulse, and it detonates me.
Coming!
Behind me, Holden curses without words, urging me on.
His hand tightens until my breath scrapes in my lungs and I’m nothing but cascading sensation, in my body and out of it.
I’m one with desert eyes and the night sky.
Coming hotter than the white-hot stars still dancing in his eyes.
He groans again, deeper than I’ve ever heard.
His rhythm fractures.
His cock stabs into my depths, swells, and—
“Cleo!” My name slides off his lips like a prayer as he fills me with seed, grinding it deep, claiming me from the inside out.
He comes inside me and his deluge takes my last thread of sanity.
16
MIDAS TOUCH (HOLDEN)
Imust be the dumbest man alive.
So much for not making a bad situation worse.
So much for my dinner plans, too.
It’s the first time in over a decade I’m eating takeout in bed, watching the woman beside me stuffing pad thai in the same little mouth that just sucked me off to heaven and back.
After we crashed, she was cold. That’s why she’s wearing my shirt, which hangs off her, comically oversized.
I’ve slid my sweatpants back on because I’m not eating with my balls hanging out.
I try my damnedest not to remember the way she inhaled my Marine Corps shirt when she put it on. Like having my smell on her is the best thing since birthday cake ice cream.
I also try like hell not to notice the way her nipples poke through the material. The shirt drowns her, swallowing her curves, but it still shows enough to make my dick wild and remind me how she feels.
In my mouth.
On my cock.
Christ, I’ll never unknow her perfection.
Soft skin, sweet pink nipples, small breasts, delicate shoulders, and that soft dip of her spine before her ass.
How that white stripe in her hair felt wrapped around my fingers, urging me to pull. Next time, I’ll do it harder.
If Leonidas Blackthorn could see me now, he’d grab one of the old trophy rifles mounted on the wall by his wet bar and blast me dead.
I’d deserve it, too.
Sorry, old man. This wasn’t part of the plan.
I don’t know what the fuck is anymore.
“It’s been forever since I had good Thai food,” she says brightly, leaning over to steal some of my drunken noodles.
“I thought you were in college not that long ago.”
“I ate a lot of ramen. Not Thai. Most of it thrown together in my dorm from instant packs with a few frozen veggies and an egg on top if I was lucky.” She smiles at me through her lashes. “I was broke, Holden.”
“Now look at you,” I say flatly, tapping my fork on hers.
“Yeah, look at us…” She clears her throat shyly. “Takeout was one of the nice things I’d do with Dad. We always used to have Chinese and Thai when I was a kid. When I got a little older, it was a lot of pho. Saved him from cooking, I guess.” She shrugs. “I always thought it was great. The one thing he did teach me is it’s fair game to steal food off someone else’s plate.”
“Something we agree on.” I lean over, grabbing a forkful of her pad thai.
It feels weird to talk about the past when she’s warming my bed. Right after I fucked her brains out.
Which is something the greedy little imp controlling my dick wouldn’t mind doing again. Hell, make it ten thousand more times.
But we need to talk first.
Talking, shit.
That’s worse than lust and its consequences. It’s been so long since I’ve done this. Not just the sex, but… sex with strings.
And there are so many strings wrapped around us like an invisible web. Even if I wanted this to be a one-off, if we both wanted it that way, something tells me it won’t be.