Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Ask, Inara, and I’ll give you everything.” His lips brush my ear, and it almost triggers a cataclysm inside me. “Ask.”
It’d be so easy to give in to him. But I’ve never allowed myself the easy path, and I won’t start now.
This is why I need to find evidence of his crimes. Locking him up is the last chance I have to escape him. To break his hold over me. And with every passing day, the window of opportunity narrows. The light of day disappears, receding before the oncoming night.
A part of me wants to make an exception for him. But I have to fight for justice. I’ve dedicated my life to it, and as long as there’s a chance to uphold the law, I have to do it.
I have to wait until I can be sure moving or breathing won’t make me climax, but finally, I trust myself to whisper, “I want to leave.”
For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to let me. Then he rolls off me and stands aside. “Then go.”
I don’t wait. Even naked, he’s a menacing figure, prowling at the foot of the bed like a beast denied its prey. Everything in me wants to recant my words and go to him.
I grab a jersey dress out of the closet and escape into the bathroom. I don’t even bother to lock the door. Locks don’t stop Rex Roy. If I’ve learned nothing about him, it’s that.
I wet a plush washcloth, and I scrub the last traces of his cum off my breasts, all the while expecting him to burst in and stop me. My legs and belly bear faint pink slashes from the belt. I touch the tender marks but don’t press too hard. If I come now, he’ll know.
I tug the dress over my head. I don’t bother with underwear. This dress doesn’t need a bra, and my sex is too swollen. Panties would be a torment.
My hair is dry but unhappy to have been soaked in pool chemicals. It crackles under the brush. I pull it into a ponytail and pronounce myself ready. If I linger, Rex might come looking.
I push away the disappointment that he let me clean up and dress in peace.
When I exit the bathroom, he’s sprawled on the bed. I’m shaky from adrenaline and the desire to come, but he looks as calm and controlled as a lion lounging beside a fresh kill. A predator temporarily satiated from eating its fill. The white sheets frame his glorious body. His cock juts out from a nest of trimmed black hair, thick and proud. He looks so good I’m tempted to toss off my dress and have him for breakfast.
That’s what he wants.
I focus on putting on socks, boots, and my trusty leather jacket. I move slowly, aware of the all-consuming ache in my sex. If I get any hornier, I’ll break down and beg him for an orgasm.
I stiffen my spine and head to the door without looking back.
“See you later,” he calls.
“See you never. It’s over, Rex.” I can’t let this continue. I have to be strong.
It’d be so easy to let him devour me whole.
The door doesn’t close fast enough to shut out his final words. “Fly away, little bird. Next time you come to me, I’m keeping you.”
My dear Swallow,
Swallows fly thousands of miles to return to their home. I can sense you like you sense me. In a city of millions of people, you might as well be the only one. A beacon in the night.
I grow tired of waiting, even as I know our final connection will be the sweetest surrender.
Soon you will come to me. And I will make you whole.
BK
Inara
Every muscle protests as I step out of Hotel Magnifique. My body wants to return to Rex and the warm bed. It’s getting harder and harder to put space between us.
He’s boxed me in and surrounded me like the consummate hunter he is. He’s behind, before, all around. Every step I take moves me closer to him.
Case in point: as soon as I reach the end of the long red carpet leading out of the hotel, Ivan rolls up in a black town car, and the hotel doorman opens the back door for me. I want to stick to my principles and ignore the gift of a car and driver, but my body is sore from last night’s impact and edge play. If I ride to work, I’ll get there much faster.
I slide into the back seat, suppressing a groan. I go to cross my legs, but the slightest brush of skin on skin will stoke my arousal. I smooth down my dress and cross my ankles instead.
I carry the marks Rex gave me, even as I try to leave him behind.
“Central precinct?” Ivan asks in lieu of good morning. I don’t know why he bothers giving me a choice. It’s clear Rex has already told him to pick me up and take me to work.