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)
Her lips parted automatically like I expected.
But I didn’t kiss her. I just reminded her how much power I had. I released her and stepped to the side, allowing her to pass.
She gave me a violent look before she headed to the bedroom.
I watched her go then eyed her bags on the floor. I knew Vanessa would try to kill me eventually and spending a few days with her parents gave her the perfect opportunity. While she pulled on the red lingerie I got for her, I looked through her bags.
It was mostly clothes, makeup, and hair supplies. But I found one of her sweaters rolled up, and once I straightened it out, I found the Glock inside.
I couldn’t help but smile.
She asked her father for a gun, or she stole one of his. It was the perfect opportunity to get a weapon since I had a tracker in her ankle. I could see everywhere she went, so if she tried to buy a gun, I would know about it.
Too bad I was too smart for her.
I emptied the magazine of all the bullets then put it back as I found it. There was no extra ammunition, so she obviously had it for one use only.
To kill me.
I dropped the bullets into my jacket pocket by the door then sat on the couch, rubbing my palms together. Vanessa was the kind of woman you should never underestimate. She was getting more acquainted with my power as time went on. She only had more reasons to be scared of me. But that didn’t deter her. The only way to save her family without getting them involved in the situation was to kill me.
And she intended to make that happen.
I could be angry, as any normal person would be.
But I wasn’t normal.
I was fucking hard.
I loved her fight and her spirit. If she were under torture, she would hold up a lot longer than men twice her size. She had a determination that couldn’t be snuffed out, not even by a man like me. That forced me to respect her.
Which was hard to do.
To me, respect wasn’t given freely. It was earned.
And she fucking earned it.
She never truly submitted to me. She kept up the battle, silently. She wouldn’t stop until she reclaimed her freedom and her safety. She enjoyed fucking me, but she didn’t allow that to cloud her judgment. She kept them separate, viewing me as both a man and a monster.
Once I waited long enough, I walked into the bedroom.
She stood up in the red lace panties and the matching push-up bra. She put on the red pumps I gave her, and they fit her petite feet perfectly. Her dark skin looked great against the bold color, the color that reminded me of blood. With her makeup done that way and her lips painted the same color, she looked like the kind of woman you only saw in a fantasy.
My eyes trailed up and down her body, worshiping the gorgeous woman standing before me. Her nipples pressed into her bra, and she shifted her weight because she was provoked by my stare. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and when she felt my intense expression, it made her feel more desirable.
Exactly how I wanted her to feel.
I stood in front of her, just inches away, and breathed onto her face. I didn’t touch her, drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible. I purposely didn’t kiss her, saving the best for last. When her lips were on mine, we created a firestorm. The chemistry was hotter than an open flame. When my cock was inside her, it was like throwing gasoline on top.
And then we exploded.
My fingers wrapped around her neck, and I felt her pulse against my fingertips. It was much slower now that her family was gone and safe, but it still beat hard against her skin. I could feel it reverberate against my fingertips.
I brushed my lips against hers again, dragging them gently across her flesh. I didn’t kiss her, but I let our mouths touch. I let the fire stretch between us, listened to the bonfire of chemistry begin to crackle.
Her hand went to my forearm, and she gripped it as I held on to her neck. Her lips were parted slightly, and she breathed onto my lips, her excitement infectious.
I was torturing myself, and I was torturing her.
I wanted to make her want me, to make her beg me. She was just scared a minute ago, but now her desire had bubbled to its full level. She turned into a woman who wanted a man. Our physical relationship seemed to be different from our sinister one. As long as her family was far away from me, she could feel her pussy ache for my cock. She could allow herself to yearn for my kiss.