Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“You want me to submit to you?” I taunt. “Is that what your kink is?”
His grin is cruel but somehow sexy as hell. “If only. No, little Callan, I want a lot more from you than submission. I want your fight. I want your orgasms. I want your trust.”
“Sounds complicated,” I sass.
“Everything is complicated with me. That’s what makes it fun.”
I can’t even lie to myself. The desire to see what sort of stuff he has planned has my heart ricocheting in my chest.
“What’s your status?” he murmurs, his lips a hair away from mine.
“Status?”
“Am I able to fuck you bare?”
Holy shit.
This guy is for real. Goes straight for the kill.
“I, um, yeah. You?”
“I’m good too.”
“What if I’m not ready for you to fuck me?” I challenge though I’m all but aching for it now.
“Then you call a time out.”
“Just like that?”
“I’m not an asshole, Callan.”
“Ehh,” I tease, relaxing for the first time since I got here. “I’d beg to differ.”
“Ready?”
“For what?”
“Us.”
Am I ready for Atlas and all he has to offer? Quite frankly, I’m slightly terrified. But I’m also thrilled and curious. This decision to come to his house for whatever we’re about to do feels like a decision I’ve made for myself. Not something my siblings have done for me. This is mine. I chose this.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I demand.
He chuckles. “Do you want me to?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s what I thought. Trust me, Callan, I’m going to take good care of you. And before you get all defensive, not like you think. I’m talking about taking care of the sexual needs that you don’t even know existed.”
“Why do I feel like this is no better than a deal with a devil?”
“Give me some credit,” he croons. “I’ve got a helluva lot more game in me than the devil. I’m worse, sweetheart. Much, much worse.”
A spike of adrenaline shoots through me. Before I can rethink my decision, I reach up, grip the front of his shirt, and tug him closer to me. His lips, though pink and soft and succulent, are anything but gentle when they crash to mine.
No, they’re commanding and demanding. Forceful and cruel.
I love it.
The rough, domineering way he tries to consume me.
A moan slips from my mouth, and he takes that moment to dart his tongue inside. It thrashes against mine, tasting me like it’s his job. All I can do is try to keep up with his soul-consuming kiss while somehow not handing that very thing over to him in the process. His lips and teeth and tongue overpower mine with a fiery mix of the desire to possess and also worship.
I’m dizzy by the time he finishes sealing our deal with a kiss like no other. I’m breathless and clinging to him as though he has all the answers in my fucked up life. His lips are gentle as they brush over mine now, not fully kissing me but also not completely pulling away.
“What now?” I murmur.
“Sleep.” He grins. “And then we play.”
Atlas
He tastes good.
Really fucking good.
And if I wasn’t about to crash after working all night, I’d spend all day sealing our deal.
I want our first time together to be after we’re both well-rested. I’ll need hours to properly consume him. A rush job simply isn’t good enough.
Taking hold of his hand, I thread our fingers together and lead him out of the living room. I give him a quick tour of the other rooms, including one he can have. It’ll still need a bed, so he’ll have to share mine until I can get one ordered.
“Get naked,” I instruct as I start shedding my clothes.
He frowns, his eyes skimming over my body and settling at my dick. “I thought you said we were going to sleep.”
“It’s called easy access.” I wink at him. “Get naked, or I’ll do it for you.”
Crimson creeps across his cheeks, and his throat bobs. Then, the little shit lifts his chin in a defiant way that makes my dick chub.
“No.”
“This,” I rumble as I prowl his way, “is why we need a safe word. Because your no seems like a code for yes.”
“Spoken like a true perv.”
I stop in front of him, palming his erection through his jeans. “Your dick says yes.”
“My dick isn’t in charge.”
A dark chuckle tumbles past my lips. “No, because my dick is. Give me a safe word. Now.”
“Prick.”
“That’s your safe word?”
“No, that’s what you are.”
“It’s your safe word now since you have no problems saying it.”
“Fine,” he concedes.
“Good. Take your clothes off.”
His hazel eyes flicker with lust. “I said no.”
I grip his sharp jaw with a firm hand and walk him backward. He stumbles over his feet but doesn’t fall. When his ass hits the wall, he lets out a surprised gasp.
“I’ll make you,” I growl, running my nose along his. “I’ll make you do a lot of things.”