Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“You have kept my mind off pain. Your very presence has been a soothing balm. And. . .I care about you. I’m. . .becoming more and more possessive of you.” More powerful heat radiated off him. “My father might have set the stage but we decide how the play unfolds.”
My heartbeats calmed.
“Don’t worry about the Mountain Mistress stuff. That was his plan.”
“He killed my father because of that plan—”
“He killed your father. That is the only thing you should remember.” Lei shook his head. “My father is a sick man. That guilt is not for you, Monique. You are innocent in this entire situation.”
“How could I be innocent?”
“Because I said so.”
I pursed my lips together.
He ran his gaze over me and whispered. “This dinner should just be you and me. No one else. I wish my sister had not come. I need one night of peace with you.”
“Maybe, it’s good that she did. I would have never known.”
“Still. . .” Lei sighed. “Regardless of my father’s bullshit, we need alone time together, if we really are going to figure out whatever this is. Many days and nights, it should be just you and me.”
I swallowed. “I agree, but there is still the matter of Banks’s men.”
He sighed. “What matter?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m still pissed that you hurt Banks’s men.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips against my ear. “What did you think was going to happen after you sucked my cock like that?”
I almost shrieked in shock. That was not where I thought the conversation would be going.
He scowled at me like I was the bad person. “You fucking made me shake and scream like a mad man.”
“Lei. . .that has nothing to do with—”
“That has everything to do with it. How many women do you think have been able to make me moan that loud. . .and whilst among my men?”
“How many women are in your harem?”
“None of them did what you did—”
“Lei, no more beating people up over me—”
“Things are different between us. Sometimes there might be blood.”
“Lei, don’t be that guy.”
“What guy?”
“The guy that gets a little pussy and now thinks he owns it.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. A wicked smile spread across his face. “And what if I do think I own it?”
I frowned.
“What if I do, Monique? What if I feel like I own every little bit of that pussy and every inch of you?”
I sucked my teeth. “You do not own me, Mountain Master.”
Lei’s grin grew even wider and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Is that a challenge?”
“It’s a fact. No one owns me.”
He licked his lips. “But don’t you want to be owned by me? Just a little?”
My breath hitched and I could feel my resolve crumbling. The intensity in his gaze, the authority in his stance—it was all too much.
His voice grew low and husky. “You own me but I can’t own you?”
“I don’t own you.”
“If you saw what I did to your cousin’s men, you would think differently.”
I opened my mouth in shock. “What did you do?”
“I broke a few bones, but all of the men will heal. Eventually.”
I glared. “Lei—”
“Don’t worry. They’ll be able to play with their toys in a few weeks.”
“Banks will be pissed.”
“Banks knew I was going to do it. He just wanted to prove to you that I was violent and psychotic.”
I scowled. “Well, he definitely did that.”
“Good. Now that we have that out of the way. No other men guard you, besides the ones I appoint. And you wear blue.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“We sure will.”
I just hoped that whatever Duck was going to have put under my pillow would be some form of help.
“Anyway. . .” Lei drank me in some more. “Due to my father’s puppeting, I am going to make sure we have more alone time together.”
“And if we are still too busy this week?”
“We should never be too busy to spend more time with each other.”
I considered our steamy hot moment in the tent earlier today. “If I do let you get some more.”
“If?”
“If,” I rolled my eyes. “If I do let you get some, I’m going to want more than your tongue. You can’t go around beating people up and not even have pierced the pussy.”
He blinked.
I shrugged.
“Hmmm.” Lei’s composed Mountain Master mask underwent a transformation, a subtle yet undeniable shift that spoke volumes.
His eyes, once calm and reflective, now darkened, their depths swirling with an insatiable desire that was raw and unfiltered. The pupils dilated, almost swallowing his irises whole.
His eyebrows drew together ever so slightly.
The strong line of his jaw tensed. The muscles beneath the skin clenching as if trying to contain a thunderous storm of emotions brewing within him.
His lips, usually set in a neutral or contemplative line, parted just a fraction, revealing a hint of his teeth.