Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I glance up, meeting his gaze, and the raw intensity there almost shatters me. His eyes are dark, wild, a storm of need and vulnerability. I see him as he once was—the teenager who worshipped me, who offered me his heart without hesitation or reservation. He would have done anything for me. Killed for me, died for me. To watch him unraveling back to being completely mine is insanely intoxicating. A drug I can’t get enough of. I start to dread the moment when he goes over the edge. What will return? The stony-eyed stranger or the old love of my life.
But at this moment, he’s nothing but mine—lost in the sensations I’ve stirred in him.
He grips my head tightly, his fingers brutal. He’s trembling as he holds me against his body, hips jerking forward with an urgency that sends shockwaves through my whole being. I feel the tension coiling in him, his body taut like a bowstring about to snap.
His release comes suddenly, my name tearing from his throat, as he spills his seed deep into my belly. But he doesn’t let go, keeping me joined to him as he rides the waves, his grip unyielding. Three times he jerks against me and the sheer force of him is overwhelming.
When he finally releases my head and pulls back, my lips feel swollen and bruised, my breath shaky. I look up at him … my heart breaks.
His chest is still heaving, but only the stoney-eyed stranger remains. He looks rugged, chiseled, impossibly gorgeous and unimaginably unreachable. A man entirely in his element, and yet … he won’t even look at me.
“You always were the best cocksucker in town,” he murmurs cruelly.
His words sting like a whip on my skin and I stumble as I try to stand, but he doesn’t move to help. The old Earl would have fallen himself rather than let me fall. But this man, he just stands there, his hands slack at his sides as if touching me would demean him. Grabbing his thighs I push myself up and I can’t help the way my body brushes against his. My nipples harden instantly at the contact, even the thick fabric of my hoodie does nothing to dull the sensation.
Heat still radiates between us, but his eyes are cold as ice. How amazing. He’s built up this impenetrable wall in seconds. The vulnerability I glimpsed earlier is totally gone. There’s only guarded distance and dislike.
“We should talk,” I say quietly, running my palm over my saliva-smeared cheeks and mouth.
It takes him a long moment to respond, his eyes lingering somewhere over my shoulder before they finally find mine. When they do, they cut me like a knife.
“What is there to talk about?” His voice is flat and dead and the rejection is complete. He is making it clear. Those unguarded moments before, that was nothing. I am nothing to him.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “I’m not saying we should be friends or whatever, but we can’t be enemies or strangers either. There’s a lot to say to clear the air. We need to talk about what happe—”
He cuts me off by stepping away, his muscles taut with tension, then turns his back to me. My words trail off, left hanging in the air like a broken thread.
I watch in amazement as he moves with detached arrogance, his gloriously naked form bathed in light. There’s something brutal in the way he keeps his back to me, like I don’t deserve even the courtesy of his gaze, and I hate myself for how my eyes drink him in, despite the growing knot of anger and confusion in my chest.
Every step he takes feels like a deliberate rejection, the air between us thick with unspoken words that he won’t let me utter. He moves towards the bed without a word, climbing onto it with a casualness that borders on condescension. Sprawling on his back, he rests his hands behind his head and looks at me, his gaze daring me to challenge him.
“What I want out of this relationship,” he says, his voice emotionless, “is blind obedience. You will do as you’re told and under no circumstances do I want to ‘talk’ or know how you feel or what you think about anything. That’s what this agreement is.”
My fists clench at my sides, but before I can respond hotly, he carries on.
“For instance, right now what I want is for you to get over here and ride my dick. Ride it so hard your pussy burns and you make me forget how …” His voice trails off, and I catch the flicker of hesitation in his expression.
“Make you forget how what?” I prompt, thinking he might be about to say something real, but his lips curl into a bitter smirk.