Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He had both my hands now.
That should’ve been enough to stop me, but I was just getting started. I bucked against him, then threw my weight backward. He followed me, pushing me through the office door.
“Stop fighting,” he grunted. I answered with a headbutt, which would’ve been a lot more effective if he wasn’t so fucking tall. Instead of knocking him on his ass movie-style, I mostly whacked the hell out of my forehead on his chin. “Jesus, Peaches. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
I tried to knee him again. He blocked it with his leg, using my arms to push me away just enough to transfer my wrists to one hand. That left the knife fairly close to his stomach. I could stab him, I realized. Throw my body into his as hard as I could. If I did, that knife would slice right through him.
Well, more through his side than anything, but the theory was the same. I took a breath, then hesitated.
Did I really want to do that?
An instant passed, and then it was too late. Using his free hand, he wrenched at my fingers. The knife fell to the floor, and he kicked it under the desk. Still holding both wrists in one hand, he wrapped the other arm around me, turning us both as he pushed my body toward the door.
At first, I thought he meant to march me down the hallway, presumably to gloat about how he’d beaten me. He caught the door instead, closing it with a crash. Then he shoved me against it, catching my hands with his again, pinning my wrists up and over my head. His big frame pushed into mine, trapping me, making it very clear that a five-foot-four-inch woman was a hell of a lot shorter than a man taller than six feet.
Eli had seriously worked out in prison.
I’d noticed how much he bulked up. Not that I liked noticing it, but I’d definitely noticed it. Now I felt it. Felt it in ways that reminded me that this wasn’t the first time he’d pinned me down.
Hadn’t been able to get the last time out of my mind, either, no matter how hard I tried to erase that particular memory.
“You need to settle the fuck down,” he said, his eyes dark and hard, his gaze boring into mine. But his hips pushed against me when he said it, and I felt the length of something against my stomach.
At least part of him wasn’t pissed off.
“Or what? You already won, asshole,” I said, glaring up at him. My chest pushed against his as I tried to catch my breath. God. This sucked, because I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren’t right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy. All I could think about was him sliding into me, though.
Deep inside, I clenched, feeling empty.
Then I caught his scent.
Shampoo. Not a man’s shampoo, either. That was a woman’s shampoo, which meant he’d spent the night with someone and then used her shower this morning, I realized.
God, what an asshole… The poor girl probably had no clue that he would never bother to call her. Odds were that he already had someone else lined up for tonight, and now here he was, grinding on me. Would I leave my scent on him, or would the next in line think that shampoo told the whole story?
It was a good reminder. Eli didn’t even pretend to be decent. He never had.
“I hate you,” I said, putting every bit of my rage and bitterness into my voice. His hips angled closer, and his cock pushed into me.
The place between my legs tightened, and my breasts felt full. A trickle of sensation wound its way along my spine. God must hate me because Eli had always made me feel this way. I’d fantasize about him at night, then hate him during the day. Because no matter how much I fantasized, he never paid attention.
I could hate him or fight with him all I wanted, but the problem was, any time we touched, he made me weak. Suddenly, I didn’t want to kill him anymore.
I wanted to slide my arms around his neck…and then jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I’d grind against him until his dick hurt. Need burned inside of me. I recognized it and hated myself for it because nobody but Eli seemed to work me up like this.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex. I’d slept with several guys through the years. But no matter who I fucked, they never quite got to me the way Eli did.
And they sure as hell couldn’t satisfy me.
Although he’d satisfied me that night… The thought was enough to light a fire inside, and I blinked, trying to ignore it. Eli gave a low laugh. His hips rolled against my belly, and that hard length got bigger.