Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I lay on top of him because there was nowhere else to lie. I was in my panties because that was the only thing he allowed me to put on after he fucked me on my bed. A blanket was pulled over my body to keep me warm, but Bones didn’t need the warmth because he was his own furnace.
The TV was on, and we watched it together.
Like a couple.
One hand was propped under his head while the other rested on the small of my back.
I didn’t know when he was leaving, but it didn’t seem like it was anytime soon.
I had to leave for Tuscany tomorrow. That way, I would be there by Christmas Eve. I should have left sooner, but his unexpected visit caught me off guard. I figured he’d have to get back home or to work, but he continued to linger.
I propped myself up on his chest, my forearms resting against his hard abs, and looked down at him. “I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”
He turned his gaze away from the TV and looked at me. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t like being questioned, like I was reporting to him. “Home for Christmas.”
“Christmas isn’t for a few days.”
“Well, I want to be there by Christmas Eve.”
“You can leave Christmas Eve morning.” He turned back to the TV like the conversation was over.
“What just happened here?”
He turned back to me, his bright eyes pretty in comparison to his cruel face.
“You don’t tell me what to do. You don’t give me permission. That’s not how this works.”
“You’re my prisoner, and I own you,” he said simply. “Yes, that’s how this works.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and that’s the end of the story.”
He grinned even though nothing about this was funny. “I like making you mad. It’s fun.”
I smacked him in the chest, feeling his hard body not even flinch. “Fuck you.”
He chuckled even though I hit him pretty hard. “Alright, I’ll let you go.”
“Let?” I hissed.
“It’s so easy…”
I smacked him again.
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. A few days after Christmas. Do you have plans for the holiday?” It didn’t seem like he interacted with anyone on a daily basis. I didn’t see him take phone calls or text messages. Richard seemed to be the only person he had.
“My crew and I will go out drinking—our tradition.”
“Who’s this crew?”
“Some of my buddies. We do business together.”
Killing people. “I see…” A part of me pitied him for not having a family to spend the holiday with. Going out and getting drunk seemed terribly depressing. I would go to a big house stuffed with people, and we would drink wine all day and open presents. Even Lars shared the holiday with us, getting more presents than anyone. He was a grandfather to me.
“Don’t feel bad for me.” He turned back to the TV. “I hate that shit.”
He was right. I shouldn’t feel bad for him. He wouldn’t be alone if he valued real relationships and didn’t hang out with murderers. With looks like that, he could have found a nice girl a long time ago, had some kids, and started his own family. “I don’t.”
“Good.”
I could feel his hard dick underneath me. It came out of nowhere, and it seemed like his dick was hard all the time. It didn’t matter if we were fighting or if we just screwed fifteen minutes ago. He always seemed ready for the next round. “How is your dick hard like that all the time?”
He grinned like I just paid him a compliment. “If it bothers you, make it go away.”
I rolled my eyes.
“My dick really likes you, baby. You’re his favorite.”
“I’m so flattered…”
He chuckled. “You should be. He’s a lot pickier than you realize.”
“When you’re with other women, you wear a condom, right?” Because if he went bareback with everyone else, I was in for some serious trouble.
“That’s a personal question…”
“And I have every right to ask. Wouldn’t you want me to use a condom?”
“You won’t be sleeping with anyone else.”
“Uh, what?” I asked. “You said I could see other men.”
“Yeah, you can,” he said. “But you won’t. No other guy will live up to me, so you’ll just be disappointed. And if you do, you’ll just think of me the entire time. Trust me.”
“I’ve had good sex before.”
He shook his head. “Not like you do with me.”
I smacked his chest. “Do you ever get sick of being so fucking cocky?”
“Nope.”
I smacked him again.
“I like it when you hit me, so keep it up.”
I knew he was being serious because his cock got a little harder, so I stopped. “I really hate you.”
“You hate me because I’m right.”
He was right. I’d never been with a man who made me come apart like that. I’d never been with a man who took me so confidently. His dick was huge, and while it hurt sometimes, it felt so damn good. He knew how to kiss a woman, how to handle a woman. He made me feel so good that the idea of being with someone else really did seem pointless. I liked handsome and confident men, but even my best partner wouldn’t compare to Bones. He gave me the best sex of my life. “You never answered my question.”