Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
As I get up to put my mug in the sink so I can get out of there fast, he gets up too and follows me into the kitchen. Right before I turn around, he grabs my arm and forces me to look at him.
“Are you honestly saying you could’ve continued all night long with those men shoving their dicks in your face? Making you swallow their jizz?”
I bite my lip, jerking myself free. “Probably.”
“No, you don’t want to admit you got in over your head.”
“What’s it to you? You know what I like.”
“This wasn’t just pleasure to you, and you know it,” he says, still up in my face. “There’s something else … something you’re not telling me.”
Jesus. Why am I such an open book?
He can’t know what I’m writing. He just can’t; it’s not even a possibility. Ever.
“I don’t have to tell you anything. This was just an agreement between you and me. A mutual exchange of pleasure, right? That’s what you wanted. Nothing more, nothing less,” I reply, looking him up and down. I won’t back down. I’m not scared of him anymore.
“You just don’t want to tell me,” he says, trapping me between his arms. “Why? What do you have to lose?”
He’s so close now; I can feel the heat prickling on my skin. A word lingers on my tongue, but I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to face the implications … what it would cause.
Yet it tumbles out anyway. “You.”
His grip on the kitchen counter tightens as he leans forward. The air between us feels thick with unspoken desires and promises. Something more than … this.
“I can’t be in a relationship,” he whispers, his forehead almost leaning against mine.
“I know,” I say, unable to keep my hands from touching his ironed shirt.
“It would put everything at risk,” he adds.
I nod, rubbing my lips together. I understand why he’s reluctant, considering his job. It’s high risk. The hotel would be ruined if things came out …
He’s right. We can’t date. We’re like opposites, and he always pisses me off. Not to mention the fact that my job is a risk factor too. If he knew what I did for a living, he’d kick me out right now.
Maybe I should tell him. Maybe that’d be the better route for both of us.
Except the moment I open my mouth, his lips crash onto mine.
Chapter 27
Declan
Fuck it.
I tried so hard to stop myself from falling. I fought it with all I had, but these lips … they’re too hard to ignore. I want to taste them. I want her. I want it all.
I told myself I could do this, that I could ignore the growing need inside my heart, but I can’t. I can’t fucking do it anymore.
Not when I have to watch her get fucked by a million other guys.
Just the thought of them having her pisses me off beyond control. I wanted to punch each one of them—start a fight, I don’t care—even though it made no sense because I was the one who put her in that position in the first place. It was all my idea because I wanted to see how far she’d go. And how far I’d go to protect myself and the hotel.
When she called out my name, it felt like she needed me to save her, and I couldn’t say no, not even if I tried. But enough is enough. I can’t take it any longer.
I need to have her. She needs to belong to me and no one else.
So I kiss her deeply. Hard. Like I should have long ago.
The moment she stepped into my life, I should’ve known she’d consume my every waking thought. Not only because of the lust or the sexual energy that constantly sparks between us, but because of our connection beyond that. My unshaken need to get closer, intimately, in her life and heart.
Fuck. I don’t understand it … Why her? Why now, out of all the times I could’ve fallen for a girl but didn’t? So many of them are there—online, offline, ready for the taking—but I don’t want any of them. All I want is her. And it’s been pissing me off to the point where I kept lashing out at her.
But she’s suffered at my hand. I’ve treated her like shit, fucked her like she was an object, and she took it all without complaints. She’s too fucking perfect, and I tried to ruin it. Tried to make her see how bad of a man I would be for her just so she’d get away.
Just so we’d both be safe. But there’s no point in being safe if you can’t have what you want, is there? And I definitely want her.
In fact, I can’t even keep my fucking hands off her right now as I’m fondling her tits right through the fabric of her robe. Her moans are what keep me going, her nipples taut and needy, just like me.