Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
When I stand in front of her, my smile falters but doesn’t disappear. On the corner of her lip, she missed a smudge of red lipstick that’s been covered by powder but isn’t entirely invisible.
“So…leaving your number under my napkin at the restaurant as you were whispering to Vaughn was actually audacious, you know. I thought you’d lost your mind.”
“You texted anyway.” I stare into her dark doe-like eyes, then back at the smudge I can’t look away from.
“I’ve always loved bold men.”
“Hmm.” My grin widens. “Is that why you’re here? Because I’m bolder than your boyfriend?”
“It’s not that. I love Vaughn.”
Yeah, right.
I can tell a serial cheater when I see one. Danika wouldn’t have taken the bait if she were even slightly loyal to Vaughn. One look at her, and I knew she was as allergic to monogamy as I am.
Well, almost as much as I am.
The moment I smiled at her, she had a sultry look in her eyes, one her boyfriend didn’t notice, because he was busy murdering me in his head.
Danika’s way of watching me, subtly checking me out, and texting me almost as soon as I was out of the restaurant told me she was open to flirting and possibly more.
Which means that she’s done this before.
And while I’m disappointed I’m not the only one—because that would hurt the asshole more—I’m delighted that she has zero respect for him.
Danika stares up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I stare at the mark.
“But?” I lift my hand and trace the smudge at the corner of her lip.
I just can’t help it.
A rush of pleasure rips through me, knowing exactly who touched this not so long ago.
Danika releases a puff of air, her lips parting as she whispers in a breathy voice, “But I want more.”
“Then you came to the right place.” I swipe her lower lip, smudging her reddish lipstick exactly to where the previous one was, my heart thundering the moment the marks collide.
Fucking hell. This is more thrilling than I anticipated.
I place an arm at the small of her back and pull her flush against me.
She gasps and her purse falls to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere, but she doesn’t notice as her wide eyes droop and a whimper spills from her parted lips.
Danika’s so turned on, I can smell her eagerness, but there’s another scent that rushes to my groin. Something that’s camouflaged by her perfume but still there—woodsier, harsher.
Male.
I inhale the top of her hair, filling my lungs thoroughly like it’s a hit of powder.
I can smell him on her—smoke and damnation.
“Did you fuck him before you came here?” I croon, licking the side of her neck and nibbling slightly.
My taste buds explode with traces of him. Yes, it’s covered up with her, but there are hints of him—masculine, harsh, and more fucking heady.
I’m getting so hard, it’s a miracle I don’t explode.
She moans. “Yeah, just a quickie… Is that a problem?”
“Of course not. You deserve more than a quickie, gorgeous.”
She moans louder, gripping my shoulders as I lick and bite her neck, her ears, her collarbone, devouring every inch that he did.
Every fucking place that he touched.
Kissed.
Licked.
Tasted.
I’m taking away the love of his life, and it’s making me feel so goddamn euphoric.
Like my father says, I’m a demon, and demons love to ruin other people’s lives.
Their hopes.
Their dreams.
Their love.
I’ll destroy Vaughn’s perfect life until he has nothing left, and when that happens, I’ll drag him down into the depths of hell with me.
As I pull Danika toward the bed with my fingers under her dress, my cock grows and lengthens until it’s filling my boxer shorts.
I’ve had this plan for a while, though not too long, to be honest, because my brain kind of comes up with the most random shit at the most unexpected times.
But when I thought of this, I believed it’d just be a normal fuck.
Really, I love fucking girls, I do, but they’re not my first choice. While I’m game for getting my dick into any available hole, I prefer animalistic sex.
The freakier, the better.
The rougher, the more enjoyable.
And most girls don’t like that. I’ve had my fair share of amazing women who taught me how to please them and loved being bent and used, but not all women are into that.
So, in reality, I prefer using men for my unhinged tendencies. The pressure, the pain, the goddamn release.
Just two animals exploiting one another, then pissing off.
That’s how I like sex—rough and with no strings attached.
Danika seems to love it when I bite her neck and throw her on the bed, her eyes lighting up as she pulls her dress up her thighs, opening her legs wide so I can see her soaked panties.
A smirk lifts my lips as I grab her by the hair and rip her dress down the back.