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)
I step toward her and set my hands on her knees. When I push them wide, she gasps, sets her hands over mine, dropping back onto the bed as I expose her pretty, shaved little pussy.
My dick gets the wrong idea growing ever harder.
Taking my time, I let my gaze linger, seeing how the pink lips of her pussy grow slick in anticipation. I guess her cunts getting the wrong idea too.
It takes all I have to drag my gaze to hers. To not bend my head down and takes one little taste. Because fuck do I want to.
“You should be careful with that big mouth of yours, Little Virgin.”
Her breathing is ragged and I release her knees to climb up onto the bed, straddling her, my dick inches from that big mouth. I drag her arms over her head and pin them there.
She licks her lips dragging her gaze from my dick to my face.
“Because I can think of one way to better use it.”
“I…” she starts, squirming beneath me.
“But don’t worry. Like I said last night, now’s not the time.” So, I get off the bed and push her legs closed delivering a spank to her pretty little butt cheek before pulling on my briefs and walking into the closet to get dressed and also give her a minute to recover. By the time I’m back, she is sitting up, T-shirt pulled down over her knees, prim and almost proper but for that grin on her face.
“I learned a fun fact last night,” she says while I buckle my belt.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” I turn my back to her, opening a drawer to swap out my watch.
Her footsteps are quiet as she comes up behind me to stand close enough that I can smell my own scent on her. “You like to read romance. Dark stuff.”
I slip the watch over my wrist and turn to face her. She’s grinning wildly, all teeth and trouble. I like it. I like seeing her like this. It’s so different to the face she wears in public.
“And I like bubble baths,” I say, tapping my pointer finger to her nose. “Now you know all my secrets.”
“Not all of them. Not the ones that matter.” She’s referring to the scars but I have no intention of telling that story just yet.
A sound chimes from inside startling Amal.
I grit my teeth. Although, saved by the bell?
“What is that?” she asks.
“Alarm. Can you guess who it’ll be?” I walk over to the panel on the wall closest to the door and punch in a code. The screen lights up and I see Cassian standing outside looking pissed as hell. “Time’s up.” I turn to her. Her face has fallen. “Better get dressed.”
She looks up at me, a heaviness over her features. I get the feeling she wants to say something but then, a moment later, she just nods, her forehead furrowing with worry.
Before she can turn away, I reach out and touch her cheek, lift her face to mine by her chin. “Do you trust me, Amal?”
“I barely know you, Jet.”
“You know more about me than most. Do you trust me? With this?” I ask, pressing my hand over her heart.
She’s not expecting me to touch her. To lay my hand to her heart. Her breathing comes faster as her heart thuds against my hand. She stares up at me with those pretty, lost eyes and I want to pull her to me and hold her. I want to hide her away, lock her up where no one can touch her.
“Tell me,” I say.
She nods.
“Then trust me to keep my promise. I will not let anyone touch you. No matter what.” After a long moment, I drop my hand. “Now get dressed. He won’t like seeing you half naked in my T-shirt.”
8
AMAL
Once Jet’s gone, I set my hand over the ghost of his on my heart. It’s still beating too fast from the contact.
I turn back to the bedroom.
I like it here.
I’m sorry to have to leave it.
I have to remember, though, that last night was a reprieve. A single night Jet bought me and from the look on Cassian’s face, it’ll cost him. I cross the room and make the bed, brushing a hand over his pillow. Picking up his discarded towel, I walk into the bathroom to wash my face and rinse my mouth. Finger combing my curls as best as I can, I wipe away smudged eyeliner going for smokey eye since I have no makeup remover. I think I may have looked like a racoon earlier.
Then, before leaving the bathroom, I pick up the still open bottle of aftershave and rub some on my neck, the insides of my wrists.
In the bedroom, I pull on the dress from the baptism. Since he left the dresser drawer open, I peer in and see how neat he is, how his socks are rolled up and stacked in neat rows, briefs folded tidily next to the socks.