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 reach up and run my thumb over her red-painted lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, angel,” I tell her honestly.
She swallows at my confession. I’ve waited my whole life for this woman—the one I’d die for. The one who makes it all worth it.
“Make Me (Cry)” by Noah Cyrus and Labrinth fills the room, and I drop my hand, picking up a broken piece of glass stuck to her alcohol-covered chest. “You should pick a new hobby. One less…hazardous. May I suggest knitting? At the very least, you should wear face protection.”
She graces me with a white-toothed smile. It’s condescending and abso-fucking-lutely adorable. “I’ve bled before, Kash, and I’m still alive.” Then she leans forward, sticks out her tongue, and slowly licks the whiskey off the thick piece of glass that I hold between my fingers…all while her eyes hold mine.
I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but she’s just proved me wrong. Although I know it’s a front. She’s fucking with me. After I’m done with her tonight, she’ll be on her knees in the bathroom hating herself for letting me fuck her.
If I was a good man, I would leave her alone. But I’m not and I won’t. I can help her. Show her it’s okay to be mine.
I also never walk away from a challenge.
“Is that what you want, Eve? Want me to make you bleed?” I ask, placing the tip of the sharp glass to her racing pulse.
She arches her neck, giving me easier access to her throat. “If that’s what gets you off.” She bats her long fake lashes. “We all need something to make us feel alive.”
I drop my hand, and she lowers her head to meet my stare. Her eyes hold so many secrets. I wish I could force them from her lips. My hand drops to my side, and I run the tip of the glass up her thigh, hooking it into her fishnet tights, making sure I don’t cut her while I let the glass slice through the thin material.
Her eyes soften and her breathing picks up, no doubt at the realization of how easily I could cut her if I choose to.
I tilt my head to the side. “You like pain, angel?”
“You want to hurt me, Kash?” Another challenge.
TWENTY
EVERETT
What in the fuck is he doing here, and why the fuck am I indulging him? He scared the shit out of me when I saw him standing down here. But I’m not surprised. I knew he wouldn’t go away.
I don’t care if I look crazy, but I refuse to back down or appear weak. Once they smell your fear, they feast on it. Use it against you. I’m a pro at calling someone’s bluff. But I can’t deny I’m wet for him.
My shoulders are burning because of how he’s got my arms secured behind my back. He showed up tonight for a reason—to prove he has the upper hand. That I’m just another bitch he’s going to use however he wants until the next one comes along.
“What if I said yes?”
Lifting my chin, I say, “Try your best.”
Pushing his body flush with mine, he gently brushes my hair off my chest so it falls down my back before his hands slide into it. His tatted fingers tighten in my curled strands, and I hiss in a breath when it makes my scalp sting.
He yanks my head back, making my lips part as he stares down at me. My heart is hammering, my pussy throbbing.
He uses his hands in my hair to tilt my head to the side before he lowers his face to my neck. He licks along my racing pulse, and my heavy eyes fall closed.
“You taste amazing, Eve,” he whispers, placing featherlight kisses along my neck.
My legs threaten to buckle. “Kash,” I breathe, shuffling in my heels.
He’s going to fuck me, and I’m going to hate myself tomorrow for letting him. I tell myself that alcohol can help. I’ll just drink until I pass out.
Releasing my hair, his hands drop to my ass, and he digs his fingers into it as he lifts me off my heels. He sets me down on the table, and pieces of glass cut into my skin while I sit in a puddle of alcohol. The pain feels good.
I part my legs for him, and he steps between them. He rips my leotard down the center to expose my chest. I’m not wearing a bra. I didn’t plan on seeing anyone tonight. It’s why I didn’t put any type of pants on.
“Tell me to stop, Eve,” he orders.
I can’t make myself say the words, so I moan instead, leaning into him.
He chuckles as his hands massage my breasts. “You want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”