Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Oh my God you’re fucking insane.”
“Yeah, I am.” It takes all I have to let her go, the animal inside fighting with all it has to hold tight. But this can’t happen, not like this. I pick her dress up off the floor and hold it out to her because I need her dressed. Because the temptation of her naked and offering herself to me is too powerful and I’m not as strong as I try to let on, not when it comes to Amal. “Put your clothes back on, Little Virgin. This isn’t the way.”
She takes the dress, holding it against her chest. “I can handle you just fine. And don’t fucking flatter yourself. I just need someone to… I just…”
“You just what?” I ask when she grits her teeth, unable to finish what she’s saying.
She forces herself to keep eye contact. “I just need to be rid of… fuck!” She struggles to right her dress.
“You want me to pop your cherry?” I say with a smirk which I admit is assholery but this can’t happen.
“I’m so glad this is funny to you!” She finally gets the dress on, although it’s inside out and it makes me chuckle because it’s cute. I go to help her, but she slaps my hands away.
“Because that would solve what exactly?” I ask. “If I were to fuck you, what would it solve?”
“Am I such a joke to you? Fuck you. The way I fuck I would break you…” she mimics and now I am outright laughing. “I’m sure you’re that good which is why you sleep alone!”
“First of all, I’m not laughing at you, Amal. It’s just that one of us has to be the adult here.”
“You’re infuriating! Where are my shoes?” she asks, then remembers she took them off in the living room and takes two steps toward the door. “You can just take me back. I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need to be the butt of your joke!”
“Yeah, well, you’re not going back tonight.”
“Fuck you, I am. Then maybe after you dump me you can go back to the party and pick up some other woman who can handle the way you fuck. Dummy.”
“Dummy?” I really am trying not to laugh but feel my lips quirking.
She lets out a sound of utter frustration. “Fuck you.” She stalks to the door.
“Fuck’s sake.” I block her exit and close the door, pushing a button on the pad beside it to lock it.
She tries to pull at the doorhandle. “Are you serious? You don’t want me but you’re locking me in? What the hell?”
“I never said I didn’t want you, Amal,” I admit. That makes her pause if only momentarily. “But I do need you to hear me.”
“I don’t want to hear you. Just let me out of here and I’ll find my own way back.”
“Not likely, sweetheart.”
“Stop laughing at me!” she says, slapping her hands against my chest I guess in an effort to shove me. I don’t budge. Instead, I take her arms and give her a little shake.
“I’m not laughing at you and you’re not a joke to me. You’re quite serious, actually and what you’re doing? It’s not the way to go about anything. Not to mention it’s fucking dangerous.”
“No, the danger is what happens to me once I’m finished with school. Hell, maybe before. Maybe even when you take me back to Cassian. You know what will be expected of me. You know exactly!” Accusation sharpens her words.
I grit my teeth, draw in a tight breath. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. What’s it going to take for you to believe me?”
“It’s not up to you, Jet. It’s not even up to me. You think I don’t know what’s coming for me? Allegra bought me time, but what do you think Cassian will do when school’s finished and all those men Malek fucked who have waited long enough will want payback. That payback being a piece of me? You think he’s going to put his family at risk to protect the daughter of the man who terrorized and—” her voice breaks, tears threatening. She pushes through though, forces herself to say the words I know haunt her. “The daughter of the man who mutilated his wife.”
“He’s not like that.”
“He’s a mafia boss. He’s exactly like that and if you don’t believe that then I think you’re the one being naïve. Let me out. Just let me go. I don’t want to get in the way of your very clear loyalty to him.”
She tries to break free, but I don’t let her. “I’m not letting you go.”
She shakes her head. “What do you think he thinks every time he holds his wife’s hand? Who do you think he sees every time he looks at me? I’m not stupid, Jet. And I don’t even care about myself. I just need a little time to fix things for Daniel. To save him at least. Then I’ll do what I need to do to pay back Malek’s debt. Whatever. I don’t even care.”