Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He kissed my finger before pulling it down. “I won’t say it.”
I relaxed at his words, almost smiled actually, because even now, I couldn’t believe how good Kellion was at reading my thoughts, at understanding what I was saying even without words.
“But are you really sure...” Kellion breathed hard. “Are you really sure I’m worthy of being your first?” Each word was underlined with pain, each word a reflection of the scars he still had in his heart.
For a moment, I could only look at him, unable to comprehend how someone as perfect as Kellion Argyros could still remain so blind about the person he was.
Was he worthy?
This would show him just how “worthy” I thought he was.
When I looked up at Kellion again, his gaze was elsewhere, his body stiff, and I knew he was preparing himself for my rejection. Slowly, I reached for the sleeve of his shirt, tugging on it to call his attention even as I kept my eyes on his chest, knowing that it was impossible to meet his gaze with what I had to say.
When I felt Kellion’s gaze on me, I said, “Later...” My fingers tightened around his sleeve. “Your...place...or...mine?”
Kellion inhaled, his hard chest pressing against mine for a second. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.” His voice was tight. “Because I want you too much. I won’t refuse if you ask me again.”
Sensual heat rippled down my spine at his words, and I felt the triangle between my legs slowly becoming wet.
I heard myself say, “Then...consider...me...asking...again.” The moment I said it, I squeezed my eyes shut. Did I really just say that? Really?
Kellion’s head lowered, and I stiffened in my surprise as our heads touched. “Which place will put you more at ease?”
The question threw me for a loop.
“Yours or mine?”
I thought about it as seriously as I could, which was hard since right now, all I could think of was how long I’d have to wait before I could have his fingers on my pussy again.
Finally, I said, “Mine.”
At my answer, he said huskily, “Then your place it is.” He tipped my chin up, and I blinked at the hard look in his eyes. “Later, I’ll be waiting outside your class. And then I’ll make you mine. Got it?”
The fierceness of his voice made me shiver, and even if I was normal and able to speak, at that moment, it would have been impossible to. That look...that voice...those words...
I nodded. It was all I could do. I got it.
We didn’t say a word after that, Kellion only holding my hand as he walked me to class ten minutes late.
“Don’t tire yourself too much. You’ll need every bit of your strength later on.” He paused. “You might not be able to go to school tomorrow, too.” The apologetic note of his voice put me on guard. Every time he spoke like that, it usually meant something bad.
But then Kellion didn’t say anything else, actually left it like that and started walking away.
I hesitated for a second before going after him, tugging on the back of his shirt.
Kellion glanced over his shoulder, surprise visible on his face when he saw me. “What is it?”
I took out my board and wrote, WHY WON’T I BE ABLE TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW?
He blinked. “But I told you the last time, didn’t I?”
I cocked my head to the side, bemused. You did?
Kellion shook his head, silently chiding me for being so forgetful. “Baby, did you think I didn’t mean it?”
I shook my head. Meant what?
He bent close, his breath caressing my ear as he whispered, “I’ll be fucking you really hard all night, terataki. You probably won’t be able to walk properly tomorrow.”
And then Kellion was striding away again, but this time he was whistling, loud enough to make everyone gape at him, cheerfully enough for everyone to notice the strong air of male satisfaction about him.
I hurried into the room before people started wondering what exactly I had done to make Kellion Argyros act like he had just won the lottery.
God. This. Biker.
Chapter Nineteen
Dear Ashton,
You know I love you, right? But you also get it that my heart is so big that other people can fit in it. Right?
I’ll give you your favorite chocolate later if you say you understand.
Love, Big Sis
THE LECTURE HALL WAS shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the PowerPoint presentation projected on the white screen. In front of us, the professor was still talking, her back to us as she explained about art forgery and why we shouldn’t even include it in our vocabulary. I was pretty sure she had a lot of good points, but most of it flew over my head since—-
My eyed strayed towards the clock mounted on top of the board.
Ten minutes before class ended.