Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 33333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
That wicked woman walked into the costume party bare under her dress.
“For attention?” I murmur darkly against her ear. “From who?”
“From you,” she admits without hesitation.
Something primal growls loose in my chest. Mine.
“You walked around all night like this?” I slide a hand around to her stomach, pulling her hard against me.
She nods, smug. “Didn’t realize what it would do to you?”
I lean down, drag my mouth along her throat. “You knew exactly what it would do to me.”
A shiver rolls over her. “Maybe.”
I tear the rest of her costume away, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. She stands naked in front of me, wearing nothing but firelight and attitude.
“Look at you,” I say hoarsely. “Chaos wrapped in silky soft skin.”
“And you’re still here,” she says, chin lifting with that wild defiance I can never resist.
“Wrong,” I say, stepping back to drink her in. “I’m not just here. I’m not leaving.”
Her chest rises sharply. I watch her—every reaction, every flicker of vulnerability she tries to hide. Then I let her see the truth burning through me.
“You don’t run from the thing you were made for,” I tell her. “You claim it.”
Her eyes flare hot.
Slowly, I reach for my shirt—what’s left of it—and peel it off, dropping it to the floor. Her gaze drags over me, unapologetic. Hungry. She steps forward, palms skimming my chest like she’s mapping me.
Her voice is a whisper. “Touch me.”
Not a plea. A demand.
I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her effortlessly, her legs circling my hips like instinct. She gasps, clutching my shoulders. Her body is warm silk, nothing but temptation, and I swear my blood goes molten from the feel of her.
She leans in and bites my jaw—a sharp, wet drag of teeth that wakes every want I’ve held back since she walked into my life.
“You think you invented trouble,” I growl against her mouth, “but I was born in it.”
“Show me,” she breathes.
And I do.
I pin her to the stacked log wall beside the fire, heat licking over us in a halo of gold. I kiss her hard, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth until she moans and tries to take control again, nipping back, pushing back, fighting for dominance she’ll never get.
Because she belongs under me.
Claimed by me.
Ruined by me.
Her hands rake into my hair as my mouth devours hers, tongues colliding, breath hot and desperate. Every time she arches against me, I lose another piece of my sanity.
I don’t remember moving to the rug. Don’t remember lowering her down. I only know she’s looking up at me now like she wants to swallow me whole.
I kneel over her and slide a hand down the curve of her thigh, spreading her legs wide so she can’t hide. Her chest rises hard. Her pupils blow wide.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand.
“You,” she whispers.
“Say it,” I growl, needing the words, needing her wrecked honesty as much as she needs breath. “Say what you came here for.”
“I came for you,” she says fiercely. “I stayed for you. I—”
Her voice cracks. She looks away.
I grip her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “Finish it.”
She swallows. Breath shaking. “I won’t survive losing you. Not after this.”
I press my forehead to hers. “Then don’t lose me.”
My chest cracks wide open. There’s no armor left. Just truth, raw and brutal.
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Then take me,” she whispers back.
I kiss her, soft and slow, teasing and biting at her lips.
“Come here, beautiful.” I pull her closer.
“Thorne–maybe–maybe we shouldn’t do this.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No–” comes her reply, “I want you–all of you–more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
My grin slides sideways. “Good–me too, baby. Me too.”
A small smile spreads across her lips before I force her onto my lap, her hot center rubbing against my straining dick. I push my fingers into her hair, tugging as I pull her lips to mine. I start soft and slow, and her arms curl up to my shoulders, scratching at my back, whispering around the nape of my neck.
She moans into my mouth and rocks her pussy into me. I press against her lips with need as my kiss becomes hungrier. I devour her, taste her, lick at her mouth, and take her in. I want to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her. “You’re so beautiful. So sweet and sexy. I’m cursed with wanting you.”
Her eyes flash with desire as she peers back at me.
“Let’s see how dirty you can be.”
Aspen blushes but stays still.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers through her damp folds as my teeth edge at her nipples. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. My eyes flick down to her chest, her rosy nipples flushed and begging for more of my attention.