Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Oops.
I’ve been so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Hexius has been watching me watch him for God knows how long.
“Talk to me.”
My lips part, but no words come out...because my mind’s too busy picking up his thoughts.
I want her.
Just seeing her like this, I want her all the time.
I clap my hands over my ears, horrified at the way I can’t seem to stop hearing his thoughts.
I’m obsessed with—
I squeeze my eyes shut in desperation. Please, God. Help me with this? Please?
As I feel rather than see Hexius approaching me, I find myself imagining a door to his mind—
Bam!
And what do you know?
As soon as I slam the door shut and triple-lock it for good measure—
Silence.
Blessed, private silence...just as the bed dips under his weight, his fingers are cupping my chin, and my eyelids involuntarily fly open at the startling heat of his gaze.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
I don’t need to read his thoughts to understand that the gruffness of his tone underscores his concern, and my heart just...melts.
Secretly.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Because technically...I’ve yet to determine if hearing is thoughts is a fluke or something to worry about.
“Then what were you thinking about when you were looking at me earlier?”
Good question.
But since I can’t seem to make myself admit the truth for some reason—
“I was, um, wondering—”
Think, Sam!
“—about how last night would change things between us?”
Phew.
It might not be the complete truth, but it’s no lie either since it’s something I really want to know as well.
“It changes nothing.”
But now I’m suddenly thinking maybe I should’ve let sleeping dogs lie because that’s definitely not what I expected to hear.
“You were mine the moment I found you again.”
Oh. My. Staaa—aaaaah!
In yet another breathless, jaw-dropping, mind-spinning burst of preter speed, Hexius already has me on my lap, the covers falling from my naked body as he takes my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss that has me clutching his shoulders even as my legs wrap automatically around his waist.
Another blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment passes, and he’s on his feet, I’m pressed against the wall, and aaaaah!
All I can do is whimper as his mouth latches to one aching breast while I feel his hand between our bodies, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants until—
Hexius.
He thrusts inside of me, and I start seeing stars.
Hexius, Hexius, Hexius.
My back slides up as he pounds into me harder. Faster. Deeper. And with every powerful thrust, the door between our minds start to swing open—
Yes, Samira. That’s it. Take me. Take all of me.
It’s just too, too much, hearing his thoughts while having sex—
Yes, like that. Squeeze harder. Yes. Harder.
I just can’t take it anymore, and my nails dig deep into his back.
“Hexius!”
His name spills past my lips as I shatter around him, and he growls out my name a moment after, my climax triggering his own.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
It’s the last thing I hear before slumping weakly against his powerful body, the aftershocks of my orgasm completely draining me of strength.
When I wake up again, I’m all alone. Hexius is gone, but my memories are still there, and as much as I love hearing the way Hexius thinks of me so, so possessively—
It’s not right.
And so I make a rule, right there in that moment: I’ll do everything I can to keep the door shut between our minds. No peeking. No cheating. It stay shut no matter how curious I get or how much I want to know what he’s thinking.
Remember all the horror movies you’ve watched, Sam!
No good comes out from opening the door to strangers.
Not that Hexius’ thoughts are strange. Or wait. Should it be that Hexius isn’t a stranger, but it’s more like I can’t let them trespass—oh, stop babbling, Sam!
Just don’t peek, period.
I repeat this to myself, for emphasis.
Do. Not. Peek.
And when the next day comes, so far so good.
I’m getting better at keeping the door closed. It helps that Hexius is...well, he’s not exactly difficult to read even without hearing his thoughts. The way he looks at me across the breakfast table, like he’s trying to solve a particularly fascinating puzzle. The way his hand finds the small of my back when we’re walking through L’Alliance’s corridors. The way he kissed my forehead this morning before leaving for a meeting, casual and unconscious, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
That last one makes my heart squeeze so hard I almost stop breathing, and I...I have to stop thinking about him because I’m in the middle of class, and I’m only going to bring him shame if I end up flunking this.
So concentrate, Sam!
Today’s eight-hour class is actually more like premarital counseling offered by churches or non-profits, only this one is specifically geared for human mates like me. A L’Alliance officer usually serves as lecturer, but today we’re all left starstruck since our guest “professor” is none other than Spencer Hirsche, whose billionaire husband isn’t only old-blood Caro royalty, but...