Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Roaming the campus, stirring up lust wherever she goes.
As I let her into my townhouse and she passes me, her gorgeous face glowing in the lantern light, I’m thinking of ways to put out a warning to the entire male population of Yale.
Touch her and die.
If I do that, won’t it only make her more fascinating than she already is? Suddenly, she’ll be the girl who made Tripp Sterling obsessed, and the men will want to know why.
They’ll want to find out for themselves.
“Tripp?” Vida whispers up at me in the darkness, alerting me to the fact that we’re standing in the vestibule and I haven’t made a single move to turn on a light. I’m standing there in silence, murdering imaginary men. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, skimming her palms up my chest. “You’re so tense.”
With that single touch of her hands, my dick is rock solid, stiffening up against the zipper of my pants. But my pulse won’t stop beating that soupy, weighed-down rhythm, the tendons in my throat strained. Jealousy green is actually bleeding into the edges of my vision.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, angel,” I rasp, backing her into the closest wall and crushing her there, breathing hard into her neck. “I want to kill the driver because he stared at you a beat too long. And that’s not hyperbole. If he’d looked at you again, I think he’d be dead.”
“I see.”
Her nails spear into my hair and rake my scalp, the pitch of her breath never changing, the tempo of her heart steady against mine. Even after the dark thoughts I just revealed, she’s not scared of me—and thank God. That is the only reason we’re able to play rough tonight. She knows I’d never really hurt her.
Men who covet her?
Not so much.
“Tripp, men might look at me—”
“No.”
“But I’ll never look back at them with any interest,” she says, her breath warm against my ear. “They don’t exist for me. Not in a romantic way. There’s only my man.”
My heart flops around pathetically over being called Vida’s man, but my jealousy hasn’t cooled. In fact, it’s only spiking with her lithe curves molded to my muscles and her gentle voice filling my head. When the commandment “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife” was given, Vida was the exact woman who made that rule necessary.
“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” I say, lifting her up until her feet are dangling off the ground, crowding her to the wall with my aroused body, my mouth roaming all over her face, neck, and hair. “I’m very close to demanding you don’t speak to other men anymore, even though I know that’s insane.”
“It is insane. At Yale, I’ll have professors—”
“Oh Jesus Christ, I didn’t even think about the faculty. They’ll want you, too.” My head is pounding. “I just need you all to my fucking self, angel. Help me do that.”
“We’ll think of something to help you relax,” she whispers, her voice getting a little shaky now, probably because she can feel that my cock is stiff as a board. “Maybe…”
I lift my head, hopeful. Is she thinking chastity belt, too?
Last night in bed, I performed an internet search, and they make discreet leather ones now. With tiny locks on the hips. Only I would have the key.
“Maybe you could send a bodyguard with me?” she says, flushing.
Bodyguard? That’s child’s play.
“Angel, that was a given. That will always be a given.” God, our relationship has moved so quickly, I haven’t fully prepared her for the lifestyle she’ll be living. “I’m a Sterling. Now that you’re with me, there’s a real threat of you being kidnapped for ransom.”
She swallows. “Oh.”
“Don’t worry, that’s never going to happen. I’m going to find the best female bodyguards money can buy.” I peel the thin sundress strap off her shoulder and bare one of her luscious tits, finding her nipple stiff and rosy. “You won’t need them when I’m with you. God help anyone who gets within five feet of my angel. I’ll turn into a fucking beast.”
I lean down and lap at her nipple, sucking it gently into a stiffer bud, listening to her husky mewl, her tight body writhing on the wall.
“Are you still p-planning on turning into a beast tonight?”
“God yes,” I say heavily, my stomach hollowing with anticipation. “You still want to do this?”
She looks up at me through her lashes and nods. “I’m excited to do it.” She circles her hips slowly, her cunt rasping against the bulge in my pants. “Don’t hold back, okay?”
Semen sputters from the head of my erection. “I won’t,” I pant, flexing my lower body, her lips popping open in response as she moans. “I can’t hold any part of myself back from you, Vida. You own me.”
“You own me, too.”