Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“You think I’m doing this for me to be safe?” Reaper laughed. “You don’t know me at all.”
“Oh, I know a coward when I see one, believe me. I know what kind of game and bullshit you’re playing, but it’s not going to wash with me. Come out, let’s end this bullshit now.”
“And why the fuck would I even dream of doing that?” he asked. “It will be so much fun messing with your head. How about this? Have you asked her about her time with me yet?”
“You know she doesn’t remember anything.”
“Oh, that’s right. Now you have to ask yourself this, Preacher, what are you going to do when she does remember?”
“I’m going to give her all the help she needs to deal with what you did to her.”
Reaper laughed even harder and louder. “You really do assume the worst of me, don’t you?”
“I know the kind of monster you are.”
“And you’re claiming not to be one?” Reaper asked.
“I know who you are because I’m exactly the same. There’s no difference between the two of us.”
“Ah, so pleased you agree with me. Preacher, you’re so determined to think she ran from me. What will you do when you find out she was running to me?”
Before Preacher could ask him anymore, he hung up.
Reaper was messing with his head and he couldn’t allow him to get there. Whatever happened between Reaper and Robin, it was in the past.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he entered his small en-suite bathroom. He’d made the decision early into acquiring this land and building to have his own bathroom. There was no way he was going to be sharing bathrooms with his men.
He had certain … standards.
Robin stood beneath the spray, her head bowed.
Opening the stall, he climbed inside.
She gasped, turning around. “Preacher.”
He didn’t say anything. Cupping the back of her neck, he pulled her close and slammed his lips down on hers. He felt her naked body pressed against his.
The ink on her back meant nothing. Whatever bullshit Reaper was trying to do, he wouldn’t win. This woman was his.
She wrapped her arms around him, and he slid his hand down her back, cupping her ass, drawing her close. He wouldn’t allow Reaper to get into his head, not now. Robin was with him, in his arms, and he wasn’t going to allow anyone to take her from him.
“I love you, Robin.”
She pulled away from him, but he wouldn’t let her put too much distance.
“You love me?”
“Yes. I will never stop looking for you. I love you more than anything in the world. I never got a chance to tell you before, but I need you to know now. You own me. Body, heart, mind, and soul. I belong to you, forever, for all eternity.”
He saw her eyes were red and he didn’t know if that was from his confession or from her crying before.
“I don’t expect you to tell me you feel the same. There’s a lot you need to work out and to know. I get it, but know this. I love you more than anything in the world. You are my life and I will be with you always.”
“I … I think I love you as well.”
He took possession of her lips. The old Robin loved him. The new Robin would as well. He would show her.
Pushing her up against the shower, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him, moaning his name. He teased her pussy, finding her already wet but not wet enough for him. Sliding his fingers through her wet slit, he stroked inside her, adding a second then a third finger, spreading her wide.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.”
“Seeing you all this time and not being able to have you, do you know how much it tortured me?”
“Please,” she said.
He knew she didn’t understand the feelings he had. They were currently not the same. Not even by a long shot. She only knew what she felt for him, and for now, he had to work with that, hoping the old Robin would remember.
Preacher continued to stroke her pussy, watching her slowly come apart. Seeing the pleasure in her eyes as she gave herself to him. This was how it was supposed to be between them.
He loved her more than anything in the world. He’d die for her. There was no woman he’d ever cared so much about, but Robin, she was different. She’d gotten beneath his skin and there was no way he could get rid of her. He never wanted to. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
She came, screaming his name, and even as the last remnants of her orgasm consumed her body, he stopped, gripping his cock, placing the tip against her entrance, and slowly pushing into her pulsing cunt.