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)
Her lean legs are wrapped in black fishnet tights, and her black leotard dips low in the front, showcasing her perfect tits. And she tops it all off with a matching studded belt that sits at an angle on her hips.
Her bleached-blond hair is down and in big curls, and she’s got a lot of makeup layered on her face, like she does when she meets men at the biker bar.
She looks like the best fucking wet dream I could ever have. The song comes to an end, and I speak before the next one begins. “Bad night?”
She spins around, her hair slapping her in the face. She slides one high heel out and drops the mallet to her side, resting the tip on the floor. “What in the fuck are you doing here?” Her wide green eyes meet mine as the song changes to “Crazy House” by Princess Nokia.
“Came to see you.”
“How do you know where I live?” Throwing her head back, she gives a manic laugh at her own question. “Don’t even bother answering that.”
I wasn’t going to.
Picking up the mallet, she holds it out in front of her, pointing to the stairs. “Leave.”
“I think I’ll stay,” I inform her, my lips twitching to keep from smiling at her.
She huffs, eyes dropping to the bag at my feet before they meet mine again. “When will this end?”
“When I die,” I respond truthfully.
Her eyes narrow for a brief second. “I won’t miss this time.”
I hold my arms out wide. “Go ahead. Give it a second try.” She doesn’t have a gun on her at the moment, otherwise I know she would do it. That mallet can do some damage, though.
Huffing, she growls, “Goddammit, Kash.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, she adds, “There has to be something. Name it.” Her hand falls, and she peers at me. “What can I do to get you to go away?”
“Nothing.”
Rolling her eyes, she runs a hand through her hair, pushing it off her face. Then she struts over to me. When she leans in, I think she’s going to kiss me. Instead, she grabs the bottle of Jack Daniel’s from behind me.
Stepping away from me, she wraps her red-painted lips around the bottle and tosses it back. I watch her throat work as she swallows the liquor. Some drips from her red-painted lips, falling down her neck and between her breasts.
I’m so fucking hard, imagining my cock being the reason she drools all over herself.
“How much have you had to drink?” I look around, noticing the other empty bottles lying around. Who knows how old they are. My eyes go back to her.
Taking a few more steps backward, she pulls the bottle from her lips. Gasping, she rubs her chin before dropping the bottle to her side. “You”—she points the bottle at me—“are a problem.”
“I take that as a compliment.” I smirk at her.
Spinning around, she gives me her back, and my eyes fall to her perfectly round ass covered in her fishnet tights. The leotard doesn’t cover much more than a thong does, and I imagine ripping it off her.
“Kash,” she growls.
“Angel,” I say.
“Fuck me.” Her tone is clearly pissed, but the invitation is there.
“That’s my plan.”
Turning back to face me, she bares her teeth, tosses up the bottle, and swings the mallet at it. Glass shatters and what liquor was left splatters across the room, getting in her hair and on her clothes.
I reach down, grab my bag, and walk over to her, deciding now is a good time to show her there are other ways to let out aggression.
“What are you really doing here, Kash?” she demands. “You here to fuck? You want sex? Go get it from a whore. I’m sure you’ve got several lined up.”
I ignore her. “I came to play with you.” I toss my bag onto the wooden table. I rip the mallet from her hand and toss it on there too. “Turn around,” I order, getting a better look at her.
She’s got her bottle-green eyes lined with thick black liner on the top and bottom. It makes them look bigger.
Her hard eyes hold mine. I let her have the inner battle with herself—should she fight me, make me force her, or should she just give in?
I smile when she turns around. I unzip my bag and grab what I need, then brush her long curls off her back and out of my way to rest over her shoulder. “Hands behind your back.”
She crosses them at the wrists, and I slide the black leather belt around her upper arms and tighten it in place. Then I place another shorter one around her forearms before I turn her to face me.
She lifts her chin. “What’s the matter, Kashton? Afraid I’m going to hurt you?” Her pretty green eyes glance around the basement before they find mine again. “I don’t have any sedatives on me at the moment. Feel free to search me if you want.”