Wild The Complete Series – Wild Attraction, Wild Temptation, Wild Addiction (Wild #0.5-2) Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Wild Series by Emma Hart
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Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
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My answer is a long moan.

“How loud do you think you can scream, Liv? Shall we find out?”

He sits up and grabs my hips, holding them in place. He’s still, deathly still, and I wonder if he’ll ever be inside me again, and then, he is. In one swift, hard thrust, he’s filling me and making me cry out. Making my back arch.

My hips never move. He keeps them steady as he pounds relentlessly into me. I fist the sheets and close my eyes as my body clenches. Every muscle is tight in anticipation. Every cry leaving my mouth is louder, higher, more desperate.

His thumb presses against my clit and the pleasure blinds me. For a moment, I’m in a place higher than Earth, floating somewhere in the sky. And I come back down with a crash. Tyler groans my name, bending back over me. I tremble beneath him, my orgasm still running rife through my body.

He lowers his mouth to mine and swallows my whimpers with his lips. Swollen and tender against him, I kiss him back, my fingers wrapping around his arms.

“Oh, Liv,” he says into the kiss. “You’ve fucked me, baby girl. Well and truly fucked me.”

He pulls out of me with one last brush of his lips across mine. I grab my sheet and cover my body with it as he gets dressed. He buttons his shirt and turns away, then stops, then turns back and kisses me firmly. The second he releases me, he opens my bedroom door and walks away.

His goodbye is the slamming of my apartment door.

There are several rules to a no-strings relationship.

No getting to know each other. No dinner dates. No casual kisses or touches in public. And absolutely no snuggling after sex.

I’ve always been okay with this. Even now, my rational mind says that I’m okay with the way Tyler up and left after. After all, this is what I want. It fulfills everything. There’s no stickiness and my stupid and crazy desire for him can be sated.

Or I can attempt to sate it. I woke up more than once last night tangled in my sheets with a damning ache between my legs. My dreams were endless replays of last night, and his words seemed to echo through my dream world.

Even now, six hours after waking up, I can remember the dreams as vividly as I remember the real thing. Perhaps my dreams and my memory have merged into one, into something more intense and beyond reality.

Or perhaps I’m just thinking of that freakin’ crazy orgasm again.

“Shit!” I knock my coffee mug off the counter and jump to the side to avoid the hot splash. Angus does what I assume is the cat version of a shriek and leaps up onto the table. The water is kind of close to the food bowl. “Sorry, buddy,” I mutter, grabbing a cloth and throwing it on the puddle.

What a waste of good coffee.

I dump the cloth in the laundry basket in the bathroom and walk back through to the kitchen. I’ve never had a problem with no-strings relationships or the up-and-leave thing. With Ross, my “ex,” it was a common thing. We’d see each other three or four times a week, have sex, then one of us would leave depending where we were.

We grabbed dinner maybe once or twice a month depending on our work hours. If I worked in the afternoon and didn’t have time to eat before we met up, one of us would grab takeout. It was always prearranged and, in the end, half eaten. There’s no fun in sitting with someone you don’t know a lot about.

Of course, maybe if I’d gotten to know him, I would have realized he was fucking another girl at the same time. Not that I’d ever demanded monogamy; I’d simply—and stupidly—assumed we were only sleeping with each other. Needless to say, turning up at his apartment and finding him with his face between someone else’s legs was a bit of a shock.

But it didn’t hurt. It pissed me off, but it didn’t hurt me. We weren’t in a relationship. I didn’t crave his touch or need him around. It truly was casual sex. My addiction never reared its ugly head. It never nudged at the back of my mind or tingled in my fingers when he was near.

Not the way it does with Tyler. I’m trying to convince myself that it’s just sex. Casual. Fuck buddies. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. But I know it’s more than that.

Whatever we have won’t be the standard no-strings relationship. I’m kidding myself if I think that it will be, because there are already strings. Our lives are already intertwined through his cousin and my best friend. Our paths will cross on occasion, perhaps more than I’d like them to.


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