Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“I was trying to help somebody,” she tells me, glossing over the details, and if I weren’t so fucked in the head right now, I might even push for more. “But I don’t think he ever really wanted my help.”
“People usually don’t,” I tell her, recalling the day I busted her out of those very cells and tried to save my father. He didn’t want my help either. It killed me then, just as much as it kills me now.
“You’re going to be okay, Sawyer,” she tells me, lifting her hand to the side of my face. “You’re one of the strongest guys I know. And while I know it sucks right now, it’ll eventually get easier to breathe.”
I shake my head as her hand falls away, clutching the front of my shirt. “Don’t pretend that you know what I’m feeling,” I tell her. “You were only a kid when your father was killed. You still had a fucking life ahead of you. You got to be a carefree child whose main concern was what you were going to wear to school. We’re in very different situations, Oakley. My father’s execution means the weight he held is now mine to bear. I’m going to be initiated into The Circle and maybe next time, I’ll be the one pulling the fucking trigger.”
“You won’t,” she tells me, with such conviction that I almost believe her. “You’re going to be the change that Empire needs, just as your father had hoped for you. And I know you’re not the sentimental type, but you’re going to take on his legacy and ensure that he’s going to be proud of the man you’ll be.”
“I think you underestimate Empire’s traditions. They’re bound by oaths and vows. Making change isn’t going to be as easy as you think it is. We hold thousands of members, each of them bound by the same vows. Making change means standing against every last one of them.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I have faith in you, Sawyer. With you and Zade at the top, I don’t think there’s a lot that can stop you.”
I shake my head, my hand curling around the back of her neck as my thumb stretches out across her jaw, her skin so soft beneath my touch. It’s almost hard to believe just how strong she is under her fragile skin. “You terrify me, Oakley,” I tell her with raw honesty. “You shouldn’t believe in me the way you do.”
She leans toward me, the tilt of her hips grinding her pussy against my dick. “Try and stop me,” she murmurs before her lips brush over mine.
My hand tightens at the back of her neck, and I hold her to me, my cock coming alive in my pants, straining against the fly. A desperation rocks through me, and I take her by the waist and throw her down on the couch before pushing between her thighs and hovering over her. “I don’t like the thought of someone owning a piece of my heart,” I tell her. “You can’t have it.”
Oakley scoffs, her hand bunching into the front of my shirt and pulling me down to her. “Then stop trying to take a piece of mine.” And with that, I crush my lips down to hers, more than ready to lose myself in her sweet body, desperate to feel something other than this gut-wrenching pain.
A deep hunger blasts through me, and my hands can’t work fast enough, reaching down between us and bunching Easton’s shirt up before gripping her lace panties. I tear them right from her body, the fierce desperation like nothing I’ve ever known.
Oakley groans into my mouth as her body jolts and grinds, silently screaming for me to take her. “Fuck, Sawyer,” she grunts just as I push two thick fingers deep inside her soaking cunt. She throws her head back, groaning loudly, and I drop my lips to her exposed throat. “Oh, God. Fucking take me.”
Oakley’s head rolls to the side as my lips move against her sensitive skin. She reaches down between us, hastily undoing my pants and shoving them down my hips. My cock springs free, dropping heavily against her hip, and she wastes no time curling her small hand around me. She squeezes tight and gives it to me hard, knowing I’m not here to fuck around.
This isn’t about getting off and feeling our bodies move together as one. This is raw. Hard and fast. Fucking animalistic. This is about losing myself in her body as she gives it to me, allowing me to use her as a way to manage my overwhelming grief.
Her hand moves up and down three times before I grip her thigh and hook it high over my hip, opening her wide for me. I smell her arousal, and it’s fucking on. Neither of us is here for the bullshit foreplay—not tonight.