Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Not wanting to let go, she breaks away first and I stand. Both of us out of breath, my dick harder than a rock, I turn away from her and rest my arms on the window.
“I’m sorry, I just—I.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” I tell her, still staring out the window. The breeze doing nothing for my heightened body temperature, I feel sweat drip down the side of my forehead. Finally looking at her, she’s sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest, her chin resting on them as she looks at me with an insecure look across her face.
“You need to be sure because when I take you, you’re giving yourself to me, Leona Bravado. There’s no going back,” I tersely explain, even though I don’t want to. I don’t come with a fucking warning label any other time, there’s never this much talking before I take a girl to bed. We fuck, and we move on with our lives. But it’s different with her, she won’t be moving on with her life. She’ll be in my life and I’ll never let her go. Her top teeth bite her bottom lip and she nods.
“I understand,” she mutters before glancing at the window.
I look out it myself, my nerves on edge, and emotions a complete fucking fiasco. I can kill someone, torture them until their screams are imprinted in my brain for weeks and feel less than I just did in those few seconds of touching her. I’ve never had to restrain myself before, it fucking hurts. I want to grab her by the throat and fuck her raw. To own every inch of her body. If I could I’d tattoo my goddamn name on her body so any person that even laid eyes on her would know she’s a DeAngelo. That’s she’s forbidden to even look at.
I wasn’t expecting a single kiss to affect me as much as it did. The simple contact unfolded an attraction I didn’t think I was capable of having. I felt animalistic but more alive than ever. Her touch sparked something inside darkness taking away a lifetime of carnage for mere seconds. I’m curious how much better I could feel if I had taken her right there on that shitty bed. I’ll find out eventually, and that’s a promise.
Leona
The sun splits through the window, making the room twice as hot. My mouth dry, and body covered in sweat, I sit up on the bed finding myself alone. My hand instinctively touches my lips, remembering Kieran kissing me. God, it was so hot waking up to him kissing me. My entire body sparked with a darkness, but an excitable blackness. It was powerful and made me feel invincible instead of meek and small. I wanted more, I wanted him to take all of me and make me endure an adventure of recklessness and the feeling of knowing I’ll always be safe when he’s around.
But then my father’s voice came into my head as if he was sitting on this very bed. My mother’s scolding eyes in the back of eyelids when I deepened the kiss.
Kieran DeAngelo is not a good man and only has destructive motives. He’s corrupt and therefore doesn’t know anything about being in a relationship. This whole marriage thing is a ridiculous notion.
Sliding off the bed I find all my clothes that were in the suitcase hung up. When did he do that? Maybe while I was sleeping? He did say he doesn’t sleep at night.
Grabbing a clean black and white laced bra and panties, I pull a black and white print kimono off a hanger, along with a black t-shirt from Tiffany’s with matching black capris. I’m not sure where I got these from, but they look comfortable. Who cares. I fold them over my arm and head to the shower.
Turning on the light, the sink has two toothbrushes and toothpaste, and three folded towels. My eyes narrow at the white towels, my fingers pressing against them to test for softness. Not bad. Better than the sheets.
How much stuff did he buy?
I place my clothes on the counter and undress, slipping my damp clothes onto the floor and kicking them to the side.
Turning on the shower, the pipes clank and stutter in the wall before it spits and sprays out of the calcium covered shower head. I feel it for warmth and find the water presser to be really hard.
Undressing, I climb in and arch my back away from the water that pricks my back like needles, the smell of chlorine strong. I shower, my mind coming back to that damn kiss last night and how it made me feel. Why did he kiss me? It just made things more complicated.
Drying off, I get dressed and continue to tousle my hair as I leave the room and hear two male voices down the hall.