Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Feeling decidedly brave and wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my life, I slip my hand from his back pocket and slide it around to his front. I take a deep breath and then move my hand lower, palming the hard length of him through his jeans.
I feel his whole body lock up tight.
His eyes close, and his hands leave me, pressing up against the door above my head, caging me in.
He isn’t moving or saying anything. But he isn’t moving away either, so I take it that what I’m doing is okay.
Curling my fingers around the length of him, I start to move my hand up and down.
“Fuck…” he groans, sounding almost agonized.
I stare up into his face. His lips are pinched, his brows drawn together.
I stop moving my hand, unsure if he wants this.
His eyes flash open. The heat in them is unmistakable.
He wants this.
I reach up on my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his lips. His hand drops from the wall and cups my face as his tongue runs along the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. I part them, and he moans low as he slips his tongue into my mouth.
I start moving my hand again, and he deepens the kiss.
His other hand comes down from the wall and cups my shoulder. Fingers moving downward, he brushes the strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting it fall. Then, he tugs the front of my dress down at one side, exposing my bra.
His thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making me shiver.
Needing to feel more of him, I reach for the hem of his shirt. Lifting it, I start to slide my hand underneath.
The next thing I know, the hand that was on my breast is now gripping my wrist, stopping its ascent.
I blink my hazy eyes, confused.
When they lock onto his, I see the same look in them that I saw the last time we kissed, and my body goes cold.
Pushing back from me, Kas drops my arm, like I just burned him.
His hands drive into his hair. His eyes catch mine. There’s regret and a whole lot of other emotions in them. None of them are good, and I instantly feel sick.
“I…I…” He’s struggling for words, and I’m dying inside. Then, he delivers his final blow. “I can’t do this with…you.”
Before I can get out a word, he’s moving me aside, unlocking the door, and striding through it.
Gone in seconds.
Again.
I don’t believe this.
“I can’t do this with…you.”
Tears spring to my eyes.
I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger.
Don’t you dare cry over a man, Daisy. Don’t you fucking dare.
I blow out a breath and exhale another, fighting back the tears.
God…I can’t even…
How could he do this to me again?
How could I have let him?
What the hell is wrong with him?
Never mind him. What the hell is wrong with me?
I need to have more dignity than this.
I do have more dignity than this.
Shame on me for falling for his shit again.
I have no one else to blame but myself.
Kiss me once, shame on you.
Kiss me twice, shame on me.
Dropping my hand from my face, I move over to the mirror.
My bra is showing, my lips are kiss-swollen, my face is flushed, and my hair is messed up from where Kas’s hands were in it.
The sight makes me want to cry again.
Biting my lip, I tug my strap up, covering myself.
I can’t believe I let him do this to me again.
Jesus. How stupid am I?
I must have dumb bitch written all over my face. I mean, Jason saw it written there.
I thought I’d cleaned it off.
But, apparently not, because Kas thinks he can screw with me, too.
I just don’t get it.
What does he get from this?
It’s not like we’ve had sex.
Or am I just a game to him?
Is this how he gets his rocks off—messing with the pretty, poor little girl who’s so desperate for attention that she’ll let her boss feel her up in a public restroom?
Pain lances across my chest. I press my hand to it.
I’m so weak and stupid.
I hate that he can hurt me in this way.
And I hate even more that I let him.
I might be angry with Kas. But I’m angrier with myself for being so stupid.
I was stupid over a man before, and that cost me everything.
I won’t be stupid again.
I’m not some toy to be played with.
Screw Kastor Matis and his mind games.
I’m done.
If he ever tries to kiss me again, I’m going to knee him in the balls.
Well, maybe not actually knee him in the balls because that’s assault and a surefire way to end up back in prison. But I’ll imagine kneeing him in the balls while I give him the middle finger.
Screw Kastor Matis and his screwed up self.