Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Good thing I’m not a snitch…”
“She’ll know the second I get home anyway, so whatever.” He finished the glass and turned it upside down, so the bartender knew he didn’t need a refill. “How about we encourage Liam to fight again? I know exactly what to say to entice him. We’ll get him in the ring, convince him to keep a secret from Anna—”
“No.”
He turned back to me.
“I’m not going to sabotage the relationship she’s working so hard to fix.”
“Who gives a shit? You just tried to hire Bones to kill Heath. Don’t sit there and pretend you’re a good guy—”
“I’m a good guy for her, alright?” I snapped. “I’m not gonna do that shit, okay?”
Hades finally let it go. “Crazy. Never thought this day would come.”
“Neither did I.”
“So, what now?” he asked. “You’re really just gonna move on? Let her go? Forget about her?”
I couldn’t imagine myself doing any of those things. But what other choice did I have? “Yeah…I guess.”
24
Annabella
A week passed, and I didn’t hear from Damien again.
Hopefully, I’d ended things…for good. It was time to move on and stop thinking about him, to be devoted to the man who was so devoted to me. I’d made my bed, and I had to lie in it.
We had dinner together like we did every night then watched TV on the couch. My arm was hooked through his with my face pressed to his chest. When we snuggled like this together, I loved feeling his size, feeling the strength of his biceps and every other muscle. And his smell was divine too.
It made me drift off to sleep.
Liam turned off the TV then picked me up.
I was aware of him carrying me to bed, his powerful arms holding me like I was weightless. He set me on the bed a moment later and pulled off my bottoms.
I thought he was getting me ready for bed, like when a parent put their child to sleep.
But he took off my panties too.
He dropped his sweatpants and moved on top of me, his thighs separating mine before he slid inside me. My shirt was still on, so he pulled it up so the bottoms of my tits were visible. He started to rock inside me, doing all the work because he knew I was tired and ready for bed. He was a manly man, so he wanted sex every night, every morning, and any moment in between.
I lay there and enjoyed it, my nails deep in his back. My ankles couldn’t lock together because he was too wide, so my knees hugged his hips as I felt his large length move inside me. I moaned as he rocked me, knowing he would make me come like always, even when he was doing the least amount of work. His hard muscles rubbed against my clit, making me reach heaven every single time.
His face was buried in my neck, and he rocked me gently, pressing me into the mattress over and over.
My nails dug in, and my breathing became deeper, harder. My toes curled because I knew the threshold was on the horizon. Ecstasy was just heartbeats away, when the pleasure would make my brain cells flatline. It was coming quicker and quicker…and then it hit me just right. “Yes…” My nails sliced down his back, and I whimpered as it felt so good, as my mind left my body and went somewhere else. “Damien…” I closed my eyes and felt the cramps begin in both feet because I was clenching my toes so hard. It was so good, an explosion that sent me deep into space. All I could do was feel…feel this carnal goodness.
Then Liam stopped.
I finished anyway because I was too far gone. My eyes were clenched tightly shut, and my head rolled back once the pleasure began to fade. I could hear my own breathing, feel my pussy loosen its hold on Liam.
When he didn’t resume, I knew something was wrong. He hadn’t finished even though I knew he usually followed me immediately. I opened my eyes and looked at him, wondering if he wanted me on top instead.
But I was met with the most ferocious look I’d ever seen.
That was when I realized what I’d said…what flew out of my mouth.
His blue eyes burned into mine with such savagery, it might set me on fire. They shifted back and forth, looking at me with sheer disappointment…and unbridled aggression. He wasn’t hard inside me anymore. He went limp like a fish out of water.
I had no idea what to say.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he was doing his best to holster his anger, to not say or do something he would regret. Then he got off me.
“Liam—”
“Shut the fuck up, Anna.” He grabbed an outfit from the closet and quickly dressed, throwing on denim jeans and a black t-shirt.