Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Oh, there’s something so erotic in this mixture of confident desire and shyness. I can’t get enough of feeling as if I’m capable of intimidating him. “I won’t know you’re there, lover. If I tire myself out, I might even pass out while it’s still inside me,” I tease, sure I’m hitting the right notes when he stops blinking and breathes harder.
“Someone could then crawl in through the window. You wouldn’t even know.”
But I would, because that someone would most definitely be him.
“Aww, poor me, right?” I ask and lean in, pressing my lips to his. He sucks on my bottom lip with tenderness that almost feels painful, and I rest my forehead against his as I gasp for air. “You know… I’ve had some really terrible boyfriends in the past,” I whisper. “I hope I’m not wrong about you.”
“If you don’t think this box is terrible, fear what I do for a living, or that I killed your ex, I think you’ll be fine.” There’s such vulnerability in his eyes. As if he’s begging me to tell him he’s good. I want him to be proud and confident, but it’s also reassuring that he cares so much about my opinion.
“You make me feel really safe, Creep,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder as our fingers entwine. Anyone passing by would just think we’re like any other couple. And that’s what he wants. He’s so different from some of the other guys I dated. He doesn’t want to hide me or express his self-hatred in the way he treats me. On the contrary, he invited me to a rally for everyone to see us together. Even before we left the cave, I saw that gentle part of him, full of longing for someone to be his. I might still be defenceless, so much weaker than him, but he doesn’t scare me. Not like—
“Theoretically… if I was afraid of someone, would you… take care of that problem?”
“Yes,” he says without as much as blinking and squeezes my hand tighter. “Is there someone you’re afraid of? In Vulture Hollow?”
He didn’t hesitate for even a moment. It’s scary.
Or rather, it should be scary, but I don’t feel even a bit intimidated. “No. Everyone here is really nice. I was just wondering… you know, theoretically.”
Because I’m hoping Domino will soon move on to someone else. I know Creep would take him on if I asked, but that closeted psycho is freakishly strong, and I worry that fight might not end the way I’d want it to.
I can’t sic my partner on that bastard for no good reason. It would have been my word against his, and since Domino denies his sexuality even to himself, he’d most certainly tell his club I was lying. And offend me in the process. And then Creep might just kill him, starting a chain of events between the two clubs that I dread to imagine.
“Yes, Angel. Whatever you need,” he says with such conviction I’ve got no doubt about his words.
We do need to go though, and I still haven’t changed so I excuse myself. While I prepare, Creep goes to take Friend back to his cave, but I can’t be too long, as we’re meeting his buddies in front of the garage in an hour.
He told me it’s fine that I look sexy, so I go all-out, wearing baggy jeans with rips which reveal most of my thighs, a blue crop top featuring a gay rendition of the Lovers card and even use a bit of black eyeliner for that edgy, alternative look. But when I face myself in the mirror, doubts start to creep in. I don’t want to be needlessly provocative at an event that’ll surely be toxic masculinity central.
As I’m stuck there, wondering if a long T-shirt wouldn’t be a better choice, there’s a knock on my door and Creep walks in, dressed as before, but with the addition of the biker vest that tells the world he’s the danger.
“Oh fuuuck…” he mutters and bites the side of his hand, staring at me.
I turn to face him as heat crawls up my neck. “I take it you like it?”
Creep nods as he comes closer, and before I know what he’s doing, he drops to his knees and licks my navel. “Especially this bit.”
A soft moan flees my lips, and I find myself burying my fingers in Creep’s soft black hair as my need awakes at the sight of him worshiping me on his knees. Is it naughty that I love it so much?
“You sure it’s not too much for the occasion? I could wear this top again, when we’re home.”
He gets up, as if flustered by what he’s just done, but treats me to a dreamy smile that makes him look like a very happy vampire. “No. You’re never too much. I want everyone to see how pretty you are.”