Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Keep on, baby. You’re just adding on,” he warned me.
“You’re such a dick!” I shouted. “I hate it when you do this shit!”
“Do you really?” he asked me as he carried me out of the barroom and down the hall. “Because seems to me you enjoy it considering you piss me off so fucking much.”
“If you tie me to my fucking bed, I’m going to fucking kill you,” I warned him.
He pushed open the door to his room. “Good thing we’re not going to your room then, huh?” he asked. “You’re getting tied to mine.”
“I fucking hate you,” I growled.
He shrugged right before he tossed me onto his bed. I bounced, but my glare never wavered from his too-perfect face. “We’ll see about that once you realize how good this is actually going to feel for you.”
8
Ink
Jessie stared up at me, her lips slightly parted, momentarily speechless. There was nervousness in her pretty, dark eyes—uncertainty—but there was no fear.
But Jessie also knew that I would never do anything to hurt her.
I shrugged my cut off of my shoulders, my eyes not leaving hers. “Strip,” I ordered.
Her eyes burned with that fire again, fucking making me crave her even more than I already was. This woman was fucking dangerous to play with, but I loved it when she burned me.
It was one of the best feelings in the damn world. I needed her to scorch me.
“Go to Hell, Ink,” she snarled as she got off of the bed. “You’re not putting a fucking hand on me.”
I slammed my hand against the door as she got ready to open it. “You really think I’d fucking hurt you?” I asked her. She stayed silent because even she knew I would never be able to live with myself if I hurt her. “You’re so hell-bent on being so damn independent that you’re willing to destroy whatever relationships you have, whether it’s with me, your brother, Elaina, or even Adelaide. It’s toxic, Jessie. I’m trying to be a decent fucking man for you. I’m trying to show you that control doesn’t always have to be bad—doesn’t always have to mean that you’re getting stripped of your independence.”
I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. I pushed off the door, removing my hand from it, making a decision at that moment that I wasn’t sure I’d regret or not. “Sex is something we’ve both come to find out we’re good as hell at together. I’m trying to show you that it’s okay to be controlled in something like that—especially with someone that you trust,” I told her. I shook my head as I turned away from her. “Walk out that door, and I’ll lean back. I’ll sit by your side as you fucking wither and die within yourself, Jessie. I can’t keep trying to force you to do something that you don’t want to do.”
With that said, I stormed off to the bathroom. I was trying. I didn’t know what else to do. The woman needed someone to take some kind of control because she was destroying herself. Charles had fucked her up bad, and she was just working on finishing the job.
“Ink,” she called from behind me.
“Go,” I told her. “I’m not going to continue bending over backward. I’m trying to do the best that I can to keep you healthy. You’ve been losing yourself more and more as time passes. But I can’t keep fighting you on this. I’m getting tired, Jessie.”
I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Maybe I was going at all of this wrong, but I had tried everything with her. I tried being sweet. I tried being comforting. I tried being soothing. Fuck, I’ve even tried yelling with her. The only thing that seemed to make some kind of goddamn headway with her was some dominance and control.
But now, that wasn’t fucking working either.
And I couldn’t stand by and let her do this to herself. I couldn’t just watch it, even if I told her I would.
I scrubbed my hands down my face, listening as she left the room. I looked down at the inside of my left arm, swallowing thickly at the words there.
I am hers to call on.
Shaking my head, I pulled out my phone and stepped back into my room, heading for my closet. I needed to go on a run for a few weeks, needed to do something to put some distance between us.
“Not often I hear from you, Ink,” Alejandro commented. “What do you need?”
“You have any work you need done?” I asked him. “Solo shit—or at least only one other man with me,” I told him. “I need to get away—clear my fucking head.”
“Always got shit that needs to be done. No colors,” he warned me. “Cut stays off.”
“No problem,” I told him. “I’ll head out to your place now. Just let me talk to Joey.”