Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
A vision pops in my mind, coming from nowhere, and completely blindsiding me because it’s of Hexius with another woman in his arms, and even though she has her back turned to me, I’m absolutely certain it’s her.
Brandy.
The woman he rejected me for.
And the moment I think that, I’m stunned and aghast to feel my eyes actually well up with tears—
Seriously, Sam?
I didn’t even cry when he rejected me six years ago, so why am I crying now?
“Um—” Great, oh, great. My eyes aren’t just burning, but my voice has gone wobbly, too, and so all I can do is quickly turn around in hopes that he doesn’t catch sight of me falling apart. “I’ve already said what I’ve come here to say, so if you don’t mind—”
Get moving, Sam!
The sooner I’m out here, the quicker I’ll be able to forget about anything and everything that has to do with the Merciers.
Gotta get to the door, gotta get to the door, oh, finally—
Not that I’m heartbroken or anything—really!—but I just want a clean break, you know?
So...faster, Sam! Faster! One last step, and then you’re—
Strong fingers suddenly close around my wrist.
W-what—
The touch burns through me like lightning, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m spun around with shifter speed that leaves me dizzy.
Oh, stars above!
My back hits the wall beside his front door, and Hexius is suddenly looming in front of me, big, bad, and powerful, and every muscular inch of him palpably vibrating with the kind of authority that makes me want to fall on my knees.
His hands brace on either side of my head, caging me in, and I can’t breathe for reasons that have nothing to do with fear. The black V-neck stretches across his chest, and as my dazed gaze drifts down...
Oh goodness, that can’t be...
The way he’s straining against his jeans, I’ve never noticed anything like that about a man before, but I just...I just can’t look away.
What is happening to me?
“Has no one taught you—” Hexius’ ominously soft voice has my dazed gaze darting back to him. “—that it’s bad manners not to give the other person a chance to answer before leaving?”
“I...I’m s-sorry, I d-didn’t—” It’s so hard to speak with how his proximity is overwhelming me, and the way his body is also radiating heat isn’t helping at all.
“Do you want to hear my answer then?”
“I g-guess?”
“Good.”
His eyes glitters down at me, and I feel kinda stupid because I feel like his gaze is telling me something, but I just don’t get it?
“This is my answer then.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and oh my goodness, I finally get what his gaze was telling me earlier, and oooooh.
His lips have started to move, and the world simply fades away. It’s my first kiss ever, and it’s nothing like I imagined. Not gentle. Not soft. Not tentative. Instead, it’s heat and unhunger unleashed in the most possessively alpha way ever, and I...I...I’m just so grateful it’s so!
A whimper slips past my lips as Hexius traces the seam of my lips with his tongue, and as soon as my lips part, the kiss deepens fiercely in an instant, and my knees buckle even as his body presses against mine. I feel like I’m about to drown, but I also can’t get enough.
“H-Hexius!”
I’m not sure why, but hearing me gasp his name like that has him growling, and then his hands are suddenly sliding down to my waist, and then lower, until he’s cupping the cheeks of my bottom, and oh!
My legs automatically wrap around his hips as he lifts me up, the position causing every inch of our bodies to grind against each other while his powerful hardness starts to throb.
“Can you feel how much I want you, Samira?”
Yes, oh yes.
But all I can do is cry the words out in my mind, with how every second of this...this closeness, this heat, this kiss is absolutely driving me crazy. It feels like I don’t even know my own body, with the way he has every nerve ending alive, my skin burning for his touch, and oh, my heart...
Let’s not even get started with my heart.
Because right now, I already need him, too, too desperately, with how I’m unable to stop myself from threading my fingers through his damp hair, and oooh...
He’s working his way down my neck, finding spots that make me arch and gasp and forget my own name.
“So responsive,” he growls with a mixture of desire and something that almost sounds like...
No, it can’t be tenderness.
Can it?
“And your scent, Samira...”
What about it?
I want to really ask him, but it’s hard to maintain a single thought, with Hexius now carrying me deeper into the penhouse with preternatural speed. One moment, we’re still in the hallway. Another women, we’re in his bedroom, and it’s darker here, more intimate, and oh, the size of his bed is mas—