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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“Okay, I am. A little. But this whole situation is fucked up, you know? And for the record, I’m not flighty. We had takeout the other night. Together.” I raise my eyebrows like that makes it all okay.

Dayton sighs and shakes her head. She stands, grabbing the Louboutins box. “Make your mind up then. You either want him or you don’t. You can’t have sex with a little extra whenever you feel like it. That makes you a bitch.”

Sometimes, having a best friend who says it exactly like it is a bitch.

I’ve been staring at my phone for two hours and seventeen minutes. I know because the minutes keep changing on the clock. Like they do. Every minute.

Every fucking long and annoyingly indecisive minute.

It shouldn’t be hard to pick up the phone and dial his number. It shouldn’t be hard for me to apologize for being a dick, but it is. It is because it means admitting that I was wrong.

And fuck, I hate being wrong. Much less admitting it.

Four sharp knocks at my door pull me out of my trance. I frown and get up. The moment I open the door, Tyler’s lips crash into mine. Shock hits me as suddenly as his kiss just did, and I grab his arms to stop myself from staggering backward.

He kicks the door shut and drops his bag without releasing me. His hands thread into my hair, his tongue flicking again my lips, and I whimper.

“I’ve had one hell of a fucking bollocks day and I need you.” He drops his mouth to my neck and kisses.

“I didn’t think we were talking.” I gasp as his palm connects with my ass.

“We’re not. I’m pissed at you, but talking isn’t required for sex. That happens with after-sex cuddles. The talking shit can happen after I’ve fucked you senseless.”

His words jolt straight down to my pussy.

“I hate cuddling.”

“I don’t care. We’re compromising. Fuck now, talk later.” He tugs me against him. His erection is hard against my thigh, and when he pushes me against the wall, his body shifts. His hard cock forcefully rubs against my clit through my jeans, drawing another whimper from me.

But I’m on fire—everywhere. Tingling, burning, searing fire.

“I’m going to sink into your tight, hot cunt until you forget your own name, and I’m going to do it in about two minutes, so I hope you’re wet and ready for me.”

Holy fucking dirty talk.

He tugs my jeans down my body and I step out of them. He takes two seconds to undo his jeans, grasp my thighs, and lift me up. His fingers run along my slit, through the wetness there, and he nips my neck.

“Feel that?” he mutters. “So fucking wet. Good girl.”

He’s inside me before I can respond. Driving into me hard. Fast. Almost brutally.

His fingers dig into my butt and mine wrap in his hair. My legs are tight around his waist, my back flat against the hard wall, but I barely notice the ache of my muscles or the uncomfortableness of the wall.

His hot breath on my neck, his tight grip on me, his rough thrusts inside me—they’re what I feel.

I come hard, clamping down onto his cock, and he follows almost immediately. Both of our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat, we hold on to each other, not moving. My body trembles and my muscles clench in a series of random spasms. But he’s steady, still, and I wouldn’t know that he was affected by his own orgasm if it weren’t for the thumping of his heart and his labored breathing.

Slowly, Tyler pulls me from the wall and carries me into the bathroom. He’s still inside me, and the rocking of his hips with his steps makes me bite down on my lip. God, it feels good.

And so do I, I realize.

But not just your after-sex good.

A freeing kind of good. Brought on by seeing him, by hearing him, by touching him.

“I wish I could apologize for that,” he says quietly, handing me some tissue, “but I’d be a fucking liar.”

I throw my tissue down the toilet after cleaning up and whip off my panties. His eyes flick to my core and back to mine. I raise my eyebrows.

“It was a surprise.”

“A good surprise?”

“It was a surprise.”

He grabs me and pulls my face up to his taking my mouth in a tender yet demanding kiss. “A good surprise?” he repeats, this time with an undercurrent of harshness.

“You’re never a good surprise.” I bite his bottom lip.

“You’re not exactly pleasant yourself, Ms. Flighty.”

I wrangle myself from his arms and narrow my eyes. “You forgot to add a bitch in there.”

“Ms. Flighty Bitch,” he corrects himself, his eyes sparkling.

I stalk from the bathroom into my room and put on some clean panties. He follows me in, and when I turn, he’s pulling his clothes off.


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