Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
But the moment Rick pinned me up against that brick wall, I forgot how wrong our little game is supposed to be.
He’s older, stronger, all muscle and danger, and the only man who’s ever looked at me like I’m a treasure.
I’m the virgin bride, married off by my father to a cruel billionaire. Berry may own me on paper, but Rick owns my heart.
At the same time I’m running from him, I’m running to him.
I tell myself this chase is just a game, but every near-capture leaves me dripping and desperate for more.
And once our game becomes real, I won’t be imprisoned to the wrong man anymore—I’ll belong to him. Forever…
A super spicy, over-the-top, instalove romance featuring an obsessed alpha and an innocent, virgin heroine who is desperate for him to save and fulfill her. No cheating, no cliffhangers, just pure hunger and fun with a bit of spicy roleplay and a HEA that you will love. Oh, and a naughty surprise at the end ;)
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1
RICK
“Well, who is that fine hunk of man meat right there?” I look up from the pavement and see a group of three women, all wearing cocktail dresses and heels, and all clearly drunk.
The blonde yelling at me has a slit up her dress that says she’s not headed to the office Christmas party.
“Yo, baby!” her friend calls out, waving her purse. “Where you get those muscles? They on sale at Home Depot?”
“Look at the bulge in his jeans, Liza,” the third one cackles. “He’s packin’!”
Some men might actually get turned on by this gaggle of girls. But not me. My dick doesn’t move an inch. I’m one year from thirty, and a basic group of girls like these is not about to turn me on.
Not like she does…
“Wanna have some fun, handsome?” the blonde asks, stepping up to me. “You strip? He looks like a stripper, doesn’t he, Denise?”
“Sorry, ladies, I have somewhere to be.” I try to push past them, but Liza grabs my arm, digging her nails into my skin.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this—”
“Get off!” I snap, tearing my arm away. All three girls’ eyes go wide as the moon. They’re clearly not used to getting turned down.
Well, first time for everything.
I walk off, and after a second, they start shouting curses at me. Like I give a shit.
I’m in the middle of something right now. Something that means everything to me.
It’s quiet downtown tonight. I take a set of stairs down to the park, feeling my heart race as I get closer.
This is it.
And then I see her. Standing under a streetlamp, looking like lust and desire incarnate.
She looks like she just stepped off a runway. Black heels frame her flawless legs, but the rest of her is hidden from me, wrapped in a trench coat that clings to her perfect curves, concealing the rest.
“You fucking tease,” I mutter to myself, clenching my fist by my side.
Blood rushes to my cock. This is it. This is why I’m here.
Not for those obnoxious girls back there who just throw themselves at anybody. But for this pristine goddess in front of me now.
You shouldn’t be here. Not at this hour. Not alone. You know that…
My adrenaline surges as she turns her head to me. Her bright green eyes flash with fear but something else too. Something that has me seeing a future—a future of us.
She turns and runs.
And I chase, like the feral animal I am.
The sound of her heels click-clacking on the pavement has me hard enough that I’m aching. It’s not easy to run with an erection, but this girl is worth it.
She runs through the light of another street lamp, which sculpts her beautiful calves with light. The back of her trench coat flips up, just barely showing off the back of her legs and the cleft of her ass.
You’re not wearing panties, you naughty little girl…
Just a stunning, naked body beneath that thin layer of gabardine cotton that I am dying to get my hands on.
She’s got a lot of spirit in her and is running hard and fast, but I’m gaining on her. No way she’s going to lose me.
I follow her up a hill and around the corner of a convenience store and stop dead in my tracks. Parked in the lot out front is a cop car with two cops standing around drinking coffee.
She slows down and walks past them, drawing looks.
Don’t even think about it, you bastards.
One looks at his partner and winks, causing jealousy to flow through my body. It makes me want to break their hands for just looking at her.
What do they have to offer? Only I know what she needs.
I watch as she passes them and leans casually against the wall of the store, as if she wasn’t just running for her life.
She turns to me, her eyes sparkling, as if to say, “What are you gonna do now?”
Now that’s just not fair…
In fact, it’s almost breaking the rules.
Forcing me to stand here, watching these two nimrods sip coffee, throwing glances her way, as my body screams at me to rush past them and take her.
The way the light from the store’s sign catches her face, making her glow like a Hollywood beauty.
She sways her hips as if to tease me. She’s like a diamond, gleaming from a pile of rubble.
I stay hidden, counting the seconds until finally the boys in blue hop in their cruiser and head off. Then…
…It’s go-time.
I sprint toward her, and she takes off, racing away from me like her life depends on it.
Yeah, run. We know you love it…
Every muscle in my body is tense. My heart throbs with desire.
Christ, I’m a bad man.
Why can’t I just be normal? Find a nice girl at the coffee shop, chat her up, invite her out to the opera or whatever it is normal people do?