Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I start going through cabinets under the sinks, opening drawers, hoping that I have something somewhere. But I have no luck.
With one last Hail Mary, I walk into the closet and start looking through my dressers. I catch sight of a backpack on the floor and kneel. Unzipping it, I find a mini bottle of vodka from one of many private jet rides that Adam and I were on.
“Thank God.” I toss the backpack into place, and it hits the box that hides in the corner. Taking a quick look over at the closet door, I can hear the bathtub running but don’t think he’s back yet. I pull the box out and my heart races when I see the tape has been cut down the middle and the sides.
My hands start to shake. I haven’t opened this. It had to be Kashton. When was he in here? He said he hadn’t slept last night. He could have been all over this place. Or when he was here last night waiting for me to get home.
Shoving it back into the corner, I stand and make my way to the bathroom, closing the closet door behind me. I sink into the scalding-hot water and quickly unscrew the lid, tossing it back. I swallow the contents in one gulp just as the bathroom door opens.
TWENTY-SEVEN
KASHTON
Ienter the bathroom and sit down on the edge of the tub. Her eyes are on the bubbles, unable to meet mine. Reaching over, I turn off the water. “Give it to me,” I order.
She glances up at me. “Give you what?”
I reach out my hand in front of her and motion with my fingers. “Whatever was in your hand.”
“It was nothing.” She raises both of hers from the water, and I smile, shoving mine into it.
Fuck, it’s so goddamn hot, but feeling around the bottom, I find what I’m looking for and pull it out. “Then what’s this?” I ask, looking at the empty mini bottle of vodka. I saw her down it in the mirror when I opened the door.
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” She shrugs.
“Then why were you hiding it?” I counter.
Sure, I drink here and there, though I could go without picking up another drink if I had to quit.
We all choose to feed our demons differently.
“I want you sober today,” I tell her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.
I grab the soap and washcloth she has hanging over the faucet. “Turn around,” I tell her. She pulls her knees to her chest and spins to face the other way, giving me her back. I start to wash it, taking my time, letting my hands learn her body, the way it flexes as she moves, and the way she moans when I reach around to wash her neck.
My girl is desperate, and so am I.
“Fuucckkk,” she groans, dropping her head back while my tatted fingers tighten. I feel her swallow against them.
“Feel good?” I ask, smirking.
Her heavy lashes open, and she looks up at me through them while I smile down at her. I reach my free hand around and start to play with her breast as her hips rock back and forth, causing the water to slosh around.
“What do you want, Eve?” I ask, dropping my hand from her neck.
She sucks in a breath and answers, “You.”
I smile but continue washing her. I enjoyed giving her a bath late last night, getting to take care of her. She didn’t need another one this morning, but I wanted to touch her again to see just how worked up I can get her.
After rinsing her off, I help her out of the tub, and she spots my bag on the counter. She was too busy downing her vodka to realize I brought it in here with me.
“What’s in there?” she asks.
I turn her to face me. “How do you like to be fucked?”
She blinks, her wet lashes fanning her cheeks at my question. “I, uh…” She looks around, caught off guard by my question.
“Tell me, Eve. What do you like?” I want her to think she has a little control over what I’m about to do to her. I’ve controlled every other encounter we’ve had, and this will be no different, but I also want her to trust me. I’m not here to hurt her.
Licking her lips, she whispers, “I like how you play with me.”
“And when I restrain you. What do you like?”
She blushes, dropping her gaze to the floor. This woman is a fucking hurricane, but when it comes to the bedroom, she’s a timid little animal. She’s ashamed to enjoy sex. I’m going to show her how good it can be.
“Rope, chains, cuffs? What is it, Eve?” I urge, pushing some loose strands behind her ear.