Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Callan eases the car into a parking spot and kills the engine.
“I need to go tell Kit it’s okay to leave her room,” Callan informs me as we both unfold from the car and slam the doors closed.
“Why would she think it wasn’t?”
“We needed her out the office and away from what was going down in the game room, so we told her cops were at the gate.”
“Good thinking. I’ll tell her. Her room is on the way to mine anyway.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Shower and get some shut eye.”
“I’m not going to argue with that.”
We head in opposite directions, the halls silent apart from our footfalls. The harsh twang of bleach clings to the air as I pass the game room and it follows me all the way to Kit’s. With a firm grip, I open the door and step in, seeking solace in her presence. It’s reckless and stupid but seeing her curled up on the end of her bed, my heart finally stills its rampant thundering.
She’s my chaos and my peace.
CHAPTER 8
STAY
KITTY
I rouse with a start, sensing someone entering my room.
“Cutter?” He looks different in a hat and what looks like a hoodie, no leather in sight. A blond strand streaked in blood hangs loosely from the black fabric covering his head.
The rise of my breasts as I inhale captivates his attention. My eyes widen, matching his in intensity. “Is everything okay?” I ask, getting to my feet, acutely aware I’m only wearing panties and a bra that’s to protect my new piercings so I don’t catch them on the bedding.
Ripping his beanie off, he tosses it to my chair in the corner of the room. A patch of red coats his hair, turning my stomach. Maybe the cops did that. Are they gone?
He grips the hood of his sweatshirt at the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, dropping it to the floor, leaving his naked torso on display.
He inches closer, until our skin brushes, the intimacy new for us. Cutter likes to fuck me hard, punishing, and I crave that from him. But this tenderness is equally as electrifying, dousing me with a false sense of ownership.
His rough-tipped fingers grasp me under my chin, drawing my face to his. “Let me be with you one more time.” His voice is so haunted.
My aching heart flurries like the wings of a caged hummingbird. Warm tears blur my vision. I don’t want this to be the last time. There will never be an end for us. My heart belongs to him, whether he wants it or not.
He slides his hands beneath my arms and tosses me on the bed before prowling toward me. “I need you,” he whispers in a frantic tone I’ve never heard from him before. Shadows dance over his form. Slivers of silver light creep in through the cracks in my drapes. For months, I’ve gone to him in the night with an uncontrollable hunger we both find difficult to tame. He’s never come to me.
“Cutter…”
“Please, Kit.” My heart stutters, the walls coming down and there I go again, falling.
I’ve tried so fucking hard not to love him. For years and years. But I just fall over and over.
He leans forward and grips the hem of my panties, slipping them down my legs. Holding the fabric to his nose, he inhales, then exhales a ragged breath. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are—how hard you make me all the damn time?”
My stomach quivers, ravenous need taking hold at my core. “What’s that?” he breathes, noticing my tattoo. He brushes his fingers beneath it, and I gasp.
“My first tattoo.”
A look akin to awe washes over his features. “It suits you.” I don’t need his approval, but it brings a smile to my lips all the same.
He throws my panties aside, curls his arms around my thighs, and lowers his muscular body between my legs. His skillful tongue swipes through my folds, hot strokes teasing in slow, deliberate laps, exploring, until every part of me comes alive with pleasure. His hot mouth takes control, kissing, sucking, fucking me in ways that ignite all my senses.
My hands grip his hair as I lift my hips into him, begging for more, chasing the intensity, the high. A moan erupts from my lips, my body quaking and trembling beneath him for what feels like an eternity. Lifting his head, he grins up at me, my arousal painting a slick glaze over his lips.
Popping the buttons on his jeans, he shoves them down his legs and creeps over me, his cock settling between my thighs. His chest brushes against the smooth texture of my tits, teasing my nipples beneath the bra. I stay controlled, resisting the urge to grip his ass and force him inside me.
“You taste like heaven and bad decisions,” he confesses, crushing his lips to mine, forcing my flavor to burst over my tongue. The words swirl in my head until they evaporate, replaced with a haze of lust as he bites my bottom lip, sparking a sharp sting.