Page 90 of Under an Endless Moon

She tucked a bookmark into the paperback and tossed it to the couch and padded on those bare feet to the powder room that was on the far side of the living area.

Black hair forever a messy pile on her head at this time of night, the girl a beacon and a light as she scampered across the floor.

She clicked the door shut behind her, and the second she was out of sight, I released the strained breath I’d been holding. Trying to rein this shit in because it was getting out of control.

Then I glanced at her book. The cover was illustrated, with what looked to be some kind of jacked-up lumberjack type of dude and a girl who looked like either a teacher or a sexy librarian on the front.

Looked like the whole opposites attract sort of deal.

Curious, I picked it up, needing the distraction, and turned to the page she’d marked, scanning the words just to see what kept her interest rapt.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

“Spread those legs and let me see your pretty little cunt.” Heath groaned and ran his fingers through my slit, and I thrashed, wanting to touch him but my wrists were tied to the bedpost, leaving me completely to his will.

“That’s right, look how you’re dripping for me. Good girl.”

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked all my juices clean.

What. The. Fucking. Hell?

This was what she was reading? I’d expected tender kisses and damsels swooning. Not this. My thoughts immediately went back to last night, wondering what she’d been envisioning when she’d gone after her release.

Wondering if this was the type of shit she was imagining.

My fool mind went even deeper, wondering if this was what she liked when she was with a man.

I tried to suppress the riot of jealousy that pummeled me like a thousand fists, and I turned back to the page.

He reached over and ripped the ties free, and he leaned inclose to my ear as he growled, “Now get on your hands and knees. We’re going to see if I can fit in this tight ass.”

“What are you doing?” Raven gasped. She might as well have caught me peeking at her through a gap in the bathroom door with the way the question whipped out of her mouth.

I dropped the book back to the couch like it was a hot potato, and I jumped to my feet and lifted my hands in surrender. “Just was curious about what you were reading.”

Wasn’t sure why it came out sounding like I was guilty. Like I’d pried my way into something that was her own secret.

But there was a tension that was suddenly there that hadn’t been there before.

An awareness that I could feel thudding through her veins and pounding right back into me.

Or maybe I was just assuming it went both ways since my dick was instantly hard, thinking about Raven enjoying those things. In all the ways I’d spent far too much time imagining having her.

Overcome with the urge to pleasure her that way.

All while I wanted to rip out every hair on my head at the thought of some prick actually getting to touch her like that.

Raven’s pale skin was flushed, but she huffed as she walked the rest of the way across the room, grabbed her book, and plopped back down onto the couch.

Though this time, she remained sitting up, crisscrossing her legs in front of her. “Newsflash, Otto Hudson, it’s none of your business what I’m reading.”

Did she think I was judging her? Not even close. I couldn’t stand her thinking she should be ashamed.

So, I was murmuring, “Thought you said you were reading a small-town romance?”

“That’s what it is.” Her response was clipped. Not giving me more.

While I wanted to ask her a thousand things. Delve into her every fantasy.

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