Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“What’s up?” he asked, his deep voice an erotic rumble.
“You said you were going to touch me.”
“Did I?”
I hit him.
I punched the heir to the Fola’s arm because I was sick of Ocean amusing himself at my expense. “Yes,” I growled.
Ocean chuckled and kissed my shoulder before sobering. The immediate shift made me nervous as he regarded me with a serious expression. “Maybe I want you to kiss me.”
“What? Why?”
I was no blushing, fainting virgin, but this fine specimen of a man staring me down and telling me to perform for him had me losing a few G points,
“Because last night took a turn I hadn’t planned on and I need to know that when I fuck you, it’s because you want it.”
“Oh.” I guess he had a point.
“Yeah…oh.”
I frowned as my mind immediately began jumping two or three steps ahead. “And after I kiss you? What then?”
“Then I’ll tell you how we turn this hostage situation into a business arrangement that benefits us both.”
My hesitation made no sense and at the same time made perfect sense. I’d fantasized about this man for years, and now that I had him, I was falling back. In my defense, none of my fantasies had started with Ocean nearly killing my brother and trapping me. It sort of shattered the romantic view I had of him.
I’m not naive.
I’d known Ocean was a menace, but I’d chosen to ignore that fatal flaw until the danger hit a little too close to home. Now I was forced to face it, but Ocean wasn’t giving me any space or time to process it.
Unlike my brother and Hunter, I was a straight-up square. All of my exes were, too, which was probably what made it so easy for Hunter to run them off. Keeping it a buck, I had no fucking clue how to handle a man like Ocean.
“You’ve got me twisted in a goddamn knot and have since I first saw you, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” he replied, making me realize I’d spoken my deepest fears out loud. Ocean bit those succulent lips to keep from laughing at me, but it didn’t matter.
I wanted to die.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.
Suddenly, I could hear Hunter of all people in my head, telling me to step my pussy up, kiss this fine-ass man, and stop being so damn scary.
Fuck it.
I fisted his vest and surged forward like this was my first time kissing anyone. Our lips fused together without warning, but Ocean was more than ready for it. He didn’t waste any time taking over, and I quickly found myself racing to match his energy.
Every fear, score, fantasy, and reservation I ever had about this man melted away with one kiss that shattered them all. I forgot to fear him, hate him…I forgot I should want him dead.
He controlled the kiss, leading me where he wanted me, setting the pace and the pressure, and showing me exactly how he liked it.
Ocean was the teacher, and I was his student.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle and patient. I hadn’t expected me to be so eager to please.
When he suddenly ripped open my robe as if he were about to take me right here and now, I arched my back to give him better access. The cool air was a balm to my flushed skin, but it teased my aching nipples to painfully hard points.
Ocean didn’t think twice about taking the offering. He twisted me in his lap until my legs were on either side of him and then placed a possessive palm against my chest, his large hand dwarfing me as he pressed me back against the table’s edge.
Our gazes remained locked as he leaned forward to lick a slow, hot path up my sternum. There was a bead of sweat near my collarbone that Ocean claimed before kissing the inner curves of my breasts. My nipples were next to receive his attention, and it opened the floodgates of desire that I swore to myself were bolted.
It wasn’t long before he kissed a path back to my mouth.
It was for Hunter, my brother, and a little for me that when Ocean fed me his tongue, I answered with mine. As fucked up as it was, I secretly liked that Ocean had gone to such lengths to have me when he could have had anyone.
I wasn’t stupid.
I knew this wasn’t love.
It was lust.
It was infatuation—on my part at least.
Perhaps for Ocean, marrying me was simply convenient, but he’d already given me more passion than any man. None of my ain’t-shit exes ever made me feel even a tenth of this. Like they would rewrite the stars to be mine, carve out a piece of themselves just to make room for me, and find me in every lifetime.