Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Isolde?”
I force myself to look up. “Do you think King likes this icky fake grass carpet?” I ask inanely. There’s no reason for my train of thought, or the question. I just decide it’s easier to concentrate on something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m walking on a tightrope.
“How the fuck would I know?” Caleb asks, sounding a mixture of worried and annoyed.
“Don’t get testy. It was just a question,” I complain.
“I swear, if you didn’t have my balls in a vice right now, there’s no way you’d be worth this bullshit.”
His words immediately rub me the wrong way—as they would any woman with half a brain. I’m so mad that I’d like to cut off his precious balls at this moment. “Explain that remark,” I hiss.
“I don’t need to. It’s pretty self-explanatory, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby. In fact, don’t call me at all. I don’t want to hear your voice or see your face ever again.”
“Do you know how prim and proper you sound when you get pissed?” he practically laughs.
“Have a nice life, asshole,” I grumble, turning around to leave.
Caleb moves so quickly that everything seems a blur. Somehow, I end up pinned against the side of Gabby’s SUV, his hand around my neck holding me in place. “I think it’s time you understand what kind of man I am, Isolde,” he growls. I should be pissed as hell. I should knee him in the nuts or use any of the self-defense moves that my brother, uncles, and father have drilled into my head. Instead, I feel my panties getting even wetter than they already were.
“The kind that’s full of himself?”
He gives me an evil grin that makes his eyes light up. “The kind that’s going to make sure you’re full of me,” he purrs.
I stare into his eyes, trying to summon my anger. It’s always close to the surface. I use it at will. Right now, it’s gone—drowned by something much stronger. Desire, more potent than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, shoots through me with the strength of a rocket. I see Caleb’s eyes darken, his face tense, and then his lips are on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and he wages a war that I have no hope of winning—especially when I don’t fight him.
No, I melt into him and let him lead me to my destruction …
14
HE RUINED ME AND MY PANTIES
IZZY
“Fuck,” Caleb practically moans. “Nothing compares to kissing you, Isolde. Not a damn thing.”
I’d probably be stupid to believe he really means what he’s saying, but right now I’m going to ignore everything but what he’s making me feel. “Shut up and kiss me again, Candy-boy,” I growl, leaning up to force the kiss.
Caleb thankfully complies. His lips slam back on mine with a bruising force. Our tongues fight for dominance as he plunders my mouth, and his fingers tangle into my hair, causing a sharp tug of pain to fire through me. I groan when I feel his fingers dance across the heated skin of my stomach, moving upward to palm my breast. The lace material of my bra does very little to hinder how good it feels. My nipples go painfully erect and I’m so wet that my panties are ruined. I have no idea how he has so much power over me, but he does. My body craves him already, and he’s yet to truly touch me.
I close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure of his kiss and the feelings that are slowly overwhelming me. I can feel we’re moving. His hold on me intensifies as he guides us. I don’t care to look where. I’ve helped him out of his cut. I’m not sure where it went. I was too engrossed in looking at his biceps—the muscle, the ink—and how I wanted to kiss every inch.
I lift his shirt up, trying to pull it off him. We stop kissing long enough for me to yank it over his head and let it fall to the floor. He does the same thing with mine and I don’t fight him. I want to feel his body against mine. I should be worried that we’re at a party that has my family inside. Right now, I don’t care about anything but feeling Caleb inside of me.
I whimper as he pulls away, ending our kiss. My breathing is ragged as I look at him, my tongue darting out to lick my lips—still tasting him there. His breathing seems to be just as rough. “Slip out of those pants and lay down, Isolde.”
My gaze moves down to the fake green grass before moving back to Caleb. “If we do this, you need to do something so they can’t open the doors.”
“I wouldn’t have figured you for the shy type, baby.”