Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
All my mental bitching has gotten me nowhere except more infuriated. When he finally does arrive, he’s going to hear all about it.
Click.
My heart tumbles inside my chest—a mixture of indignation, apprehension, and excitement. I ignore the excitement and focus on the anger.
“You can go to prison for kidnapping!”
His deep, dark chuckling unfurls something deep inside me. A craving for depravity. Whatever fucked-up shit he can throw at me.
“Honey, I’m home,” Atlas rumbles from somewhere in the house.
Don’t get turned on by the sound of his voice, idiot.
He’s the enemy. My enemy.
Heavy footsteps thud along the wood floors, making my heart rate ratchet up with each passing second. I’m ridiculously eager to see him. To yell at him. But mostly just to admire his beautiful mouth.
Fucker.
Why does he have to be hot?
A bleary-eyed beast of a man fills the doorway. His face is scruffy, making him fit the whole Brigs Ferry Bay mountain man look most of the guys around here have going on. Except, instead of wearing flannel or some shit, he’s in a police blazer and wears a slanted smile that promises evil.
“You’re a monster,” I hiss. “I’m going to…” I trail off because I don’t know what I’m going to do. Nothing good, that’s for damn sure. “Let me out.”
He saunters into the room, his blue eyes sharper now that I’m in his crosshairs. His pink tongue dips out to swipe along his bottom lip, leaving a slick trail.
And my dick is hard again.
I hate him with a passion.
“I like you there,” he tells me as if that changes my mind.
“And I don’t like it here,” I throw back. “Let me go.”
“Not until you’ve been properly punished.” His eyes flicker with darkness. “I have a few ideas.”
I’m unable to catch a decent breath because the way he watches me constricts my throat. His stare alone causes my flesh to heat to unhealthy degrees and my brain to turn to mush. I squirm under his intense attention, suddenly wondering if I have morning breath or if my eyeliner is smeared.
I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
Liar.
I want him, which is stupid because we’re not even compatible. We’re as opposite as can be. He’s a cop and bossy and fucking psycho. And I’m me.
Goddammit, why couldn’t I just fall in love with a good guy like Zak instead? Why do I have to be in lust with the guy looming over me like a demon sent straight from hell?
“You’re insane.” It’s the only thing I have for him. “Completely and utterly insane.”
His grin is wolfish, revealing bright white teeth. I briefly imagine them on my nipples. Fuck me. He’s making me insane too.
“I want you to suck my dick, Kincaid.”
“No.”
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you play hard to get.”
“You’re an asshole. What is this? Blackmail?”
“So we’re role-playing now? Okay, I’ll bite. I’m the bad guy. You’re the other bad guy with really good lips.”
I grin despite myself. “Really good lips?”
“Really good lips that are going to look really, really good wrapped around my dick.”
Okay, so I take it back. I’m not pleased by his comment because he followed it up with an asshole remark. I flip him off, scowling at him.
“The moodier you are, the hotter I get. It’s kind of my thing.”
A flush steals over my flesh. “What?”
“I like to play…games. I like a lot of things that I’m sure you’d like too. You just have to give in and let me play them with you.”
“I’m not a dog toy you can chew on,” I grit out.
He smirks as he pulls off his police blazer. The white shirt underneath fits him well, showing off all his hardened muscles and broad shoulders.
Look away, man. Just look away.
Nope.
I can’t. All I can do is stare.
Despite the fact he just worked all night, he seems to have found a second wind. That wind being me. It’s not like I haven’t thought about sucking his dick since I met him. It’s just…I don’t want him to be so damn sure of himself. So damn smug.
“Don’t I get a phone call, Officer?”
His eyes glimmer with a wildness that sends fire lashing through me in a straight path to my dick. He reaches behind his neck, grabs a fistful of his shirt, and then tugs it off his head. I have to swallow so I don’t drool.
My God.
He’s so hot.
The man clearly eats well and works out. A lot. His shoulders look absolutely delicious. I could be pleased with running my tongue up and over the curves, tasting the saltiness that is him. And his pecs? They’re hard and sculpted. I want to bite them. Even worse, his abs seem carved from granite, and his obliques dip below his jeans, shadowed and a promise of what he packs down below.
Which is the main attraction.