Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
He’s the answer to all my desires, and I want to leap straight into his arms, trusting he’ll catch me.
“A little?” he asks, leading me farther into the room where a billiards table larger than my whole apartment, with legs as thick as an elephant’s, is surrounded by yet more skulls. “I don’t believe that.”
His hazel eyes are lit with the thrill of the hunt. Green and gold. They hold the spark of heat mixed with a calculating frost. The hunter has put his mark on me, and I don’t even want to escape. I want to be part of his territory.
“Okay, maybe a lot.” I’m breathless as I take one step back. Then another.
His eyes darken, as if the motion of my body throws gasoline over the fire burning inside him. Heat weaves through my muscles like gold thread when he stiffens, sniffing the air as his nostrils flare, seeking the aroma of my delicious flesh.
He is going to hunt me down, of that I’m certain, but he’ll need to work for it.
The growl escaping his throat is my signal, and I take a step back, with my man approaching at the same pace, gaze never leaving mine. It might be only my imagination, but I feel that he’s salivating, ready to sink his teeth into my tender flesh. He absent-mindedly reaches for a container with several pool cues, and pulls one out before jabbing my chest, until I’m cornered. He turns the wooden cue, using it to create a barrier to keep me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Despite adrenaline skyrocketing in my body, I don’t feel unsafe. This moment doesn’t feel like a bad boyfriend finally showing me his real face. The empty sockets of human skulls might be following my every move, but instead of it being a turn-off, I’m getting horny for what I’ve denied myself for a week.
“Me? Going somewhere?” I ask innocently, then dip as fast as I can and dash behind the pool table. He whips around faster than I imagined possible and grabs my jacket, but I pull out of it and leave it in his hands. Pretty proud of that move, actually, since it’s saved my skin many a time.
I love the grunt he makes when the fabric is all that’s left in his hands, and I bolt around the pool table, excitement pulsing in my veins as I hear his feet hit the carpeted floor. I stop at the corner and stare at him, but he doesn’t follow my cue and speeds up, fully intending to hunt me down.
Oh, I’m so horny. So very horny I wish he would catch me already, but the longer I deny him, the sweeter it’ll feel when he’s on top of me.
I don’t think he’s ever looked hotter. Not even naked. He’s so raw and unfiltered with me, and every time I catch his eyes on me, my breath hitches. Damen wants me so much I feel he might rip my clothes open when he gets to me. Because he will. I’ve got no doubt about that.
We slow down when we’re across from each other and circle the table like a wolf and a deer. His excitement is thick in the air, and the next time he bolts, his boots thundering over the carpet, it takes me too long to run. I’m hypnotized by the beauty of my predator.
He’s gaining on me all too fast, my short legs no match for his, but I have one last card up my sleeve. As soon as he’s at arm’s length, I leap to the table and crawl across it.
The green felt is hard under my knees, but this wouldn’t be fun if not for my very real desire to evade him. Every muscle in my body is working full throttle, and I’m about to leap off the other side of the table with a yelp of triumph when something closes around my ankle and pulls on it so hard I fall flat on my face. Hot air dances between my lips as I gather my thoughts, but the band I now know to be Damen’s hand drags me back, making my chin and palms burn from the friction.
I grab at the surface of the pool table, but it’s no use—there’s nothing I can hold onto.
“Got you,” he rasps like a beast about to consume the meal it’s been waiting for. He holds my leg as if he already owns all of me.
“Not yet!” Dazed, I get to my hands and knees, but he’s not pulling me off, he’s climbing onto the table in moves so swift I now know how good he must be at his job. And then he’s on top of me, pushing me right back down with his weight. I lost, but oh how sweet it will be to taste his victory. I let out a shameless moan when he presses his cock against my ass and I get to feel how hot he is for me.