Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 562(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
A flash of silver and sharp pain blossomed in my finger.
“Ow!”
“Shh,” he crooned.
Blood pebbled from the pinprick wound. Wide eyes trailed the knife to his lips where flinty green orbs trapped them. Roan licked the knife’s edge, and I gasped, stunned at the cut he sliced into his own tongue. He lifted my hand.
“Roan, no...”
He sucked me into his mouth, bobbing up and down to the knuckle. It was the most erotic thing a man had ever done to me. My nipples were so hard, they could’ve popped off my breasts and made little tick, tick, ticks as they bounced across the floor.
“Hmm.” His moan turned the heat on deep inside me. “We taste sweet together, baby. You try.”
It wasn’t a conscious decision. One moment, we were separated by a foot of distance, the next I was crawling on my knees toward him—pulled in by that devil’s grin.
I slid my hands over his pecs, hesitantly like he may stop me. Instead, Roan cupped the back of my neck, drawing our lips to meet.
Kissing Roan Banks was nothing like kissing Cairo. Cairo was roving beasts, wildfires, lightning storms, and forces you couldn’t hope to control.
But Roan, he was that piece of chocolate cake that wrecked your diet. He was sneaking and opening your Christmas presents early. Secret flings with that guy you know you’re not supposed to be with. Slipping the odd thing or two in your pocket under watch of the security cameras.
Everything wrong and sinful in this world, distilled into one deep, plundering kiss, and topped with the sharp metallic taste of our blood. Did it taste particularly sweet? Couldn’t say. All I knew was Roan for fuck sure did.
I melted into the kiss, moaning as Roan deepened it.
Something pressed against my side.
He broke away, grinning that grin. “I said I do my own vetting. You’ve definitely got the wanton slut vibe I go for. You don’t even know me and you’re licking me up like the last squirt of cream.”
I might’ve pushed, slapped, or shoved away from him. If it wasn’t for the blade digging above my hip—held back by a single layer of cloth.
“Turn around.”
I did, putting my back to him. The knife moved with me.
Roan leaned me against him and propped his chin on my shoulder. “Cairo said he claimed your virginity. Is that true?”
I nodded.
“Just how fresh and unspoiled are you, Rainey D? Anyone spread those ass cheeks and plunder for gold?”
My face burned. “No.”
“What about these juicy little treats?” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “How many cocks had the pleasure? How many pussies?”
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“Oh, am I embarrassing you? That’s too cute.”
“It’s none of your business.”
Roan gathered my shirt from neck to hem and sliced it in one stroke. The tatters slipped off my shoulders, revealing my complete lack of underwear. Cairo hadn’t seen fit to return my clothes. I’d been making do with his, and his briefs didn’t fit.
“There’s nothing about you that’s not our business.” He cupped my breast, flattening the blade against my nipple. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t cut me, but he already did. “You’re going to tell me everything, de Souza, starting with... what was it like?”
“What was what like?” I gripped his hips, digging in to be painful, though he didn’t react. Roan shifted to cradle me against his collarbone. The smell of honeysuckle shampoo floated in my nose.
“Killing Cavendish.”
I stiffened.
“Be honest.”
“It was awful,” I snapped. “The worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.”
“I told you to be honest.”
The knife dropped on the sheets. Roan found a new thing to fondle.
I bit hard on my lip as two fingers slipped past my folds.
“The awful part wasn’t killing him. It was enjoying it. Tell me what it was like.” Fervor leeched into the whisper. “The moment the arrow left the bow, soaring for its target.”
He moved inside me, palm rubbing firm on my clit. Electricity zipped up my veins.
“What did you do when the container exploded and engulfed the murdering shit in flames? The truth, baby.” Roan picked up speed.
“Ahh,” I cried, arching my back.
“Did you tease this sweet pussy like I am?”
“No.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “You had the best orgasm of your life that night. Admit it.”
“No! It wasn’t like that. That wasn’t what I meant—”
“I know exactly what you meant. That was the first time in your pathetic life you had a taste of power.” Roan’s tone changed in a snap. “You weren’t just the farm girl mucking around in chicken shit, or another orphan everyone forgot about.”
“Roan,” I cried.
“What? Am I wrong?” He grasped my chin, twisting my neck to face him. The other hand didn’t stop its activities for a second. “You lived in this town your whole life and no one knows who the fuck you are. No one cares. No wonder you made yourself a hemp necklace and went for a dive.”