Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
She was his!
He ripped the shower curtain open. London whirled around with mouth agape and eyes wide. The hands that had been in her wet hair immediately covered her breasts. She wasn’t the only surprised one.
Zahn’s body instantly quickened.
He’d seen the nude bodies of his various lovers over the years but he’d never had such a visceral reaction like this. He expected London to be nude when yanked the cover back, but he was not prepared for the way he felt.
Female attire on Thibius was made to show off the pleasing forms so he had an idea of what London would look like naked. Even with that in mind he was mesmerized.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her perfect figure. Though her hands were over them now, he couldn’t forget the sight of those full breasts tipped with dark, nearly black nipples. Her tiny waist and well-rounded backside had his mouth watering. Zahn found himself clenching his fists at his sides so he wouldn’t pull her against him.
There was something different about her, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Her hair was short and there was a beauty mark on her upper lip. It had to have been there, but in the back of his mind he wondered why he had never noticed it before, especially when it emphasized her full, sensual lips.
Before he could further examine her, she released a blood-curdling scream. Her reaction angered him. How dare she pretend outrage after she’d put him and her family through what she did?
He grabbed her forearms, hauling her against his chest. His mouth covered hers to silence the scream—at least that’s what he’d intended, but instead something else happened. His initial arousal that he fought upon seeing her naked body came back full force.
She pounded her fists against his chest, but it barely registered to him. The more London squirmed and wiggled to get out of his grasp, the tighter he held on to her. She twisted her head away, but he recaptured her lips, reveling in their sweetness.
In his mind she was his and it was his right to claim her as per the agreement of their arrangement.
He wanted her and he would have her.
Having London in his arms like this, her body wet and slick against his, had lust coursing through his veins. He realized mating with her wouldn’t be the trial he thought it would be. On the contrary, he’d enjoy her very much.
Paris tried to push herself out of the hulk’s grasp and break his suffocating kiss, but every time her head moved, his would follow. Where had he come from? Who was he? This was supposed to be a safe neighborhood. Things like this didn’t happen to her.
Not only that, why wasn’t she completely repulsed by his touch like she ought to be? Instead, an incredible heat flooded between her thighs.
No! This was wrong.
She wouldn’t allow this bastard to rape and then possibly kill her. Using the only weapon she had at her disposal, Paris brought her knee up and slammed it into his crotch as hard as she could.
He released her, letting out a loud grunt. He loosened his hold just enough for her to wiggle out of his arms. She couldn’t run out of her apartment with no clothes.
Paris contemplated grabbing the throw blanket from her daybed and wrapping it around herself, but decided, under the circumstances, it was best to get the hell out of here.
That split second when she hesitated cost her, because her intruder caught up to Paris. He started to speak, but she didn’t understand a word he was saying, not that it mattered. She had to get away. In her struggle, she hit and clawed him. When she tried to scream, he covered her mouth with a large hand and spoke in that unfamiliar language again.
Oh my God. I’m going to die.
She kicked and lashed out, which only made him tighten his bear-like grip on her. He was unrelenting. How could she ever escape? Maybe if she pretended compliance, he’d think she had given up and relax his hold. Paris went limp in his arms. “Please let me go,” she whispered in desperation.
“My purse is on the dresser. Take it. Just don’t hurt me.”
The hulk placed Paris on her feet and turned her around to face him. At first, she believed his eyes were black, but they were actually a dark fathomless green, so deep and mesmerizing she could barely look away. His face was hard and chiseled as if from granite.
He could have been a handsome man if not for the harsh look and firm set of his thin but well-shaped lips. She allowed her gaze to slide over his bare chest. He had to be the broadest man she’d ever seen, his body all ripples, hollows and hard planes. It occurred to Paris that his style of dress seemed a little out of place.