Page 31 of Entangled
“Pride and Prejudice,” she answered, meeting my eyes without fear or hesitation. I could tell she was grateful for the topic change as much as I was.
“A classic, of course,” I laugh, not at all surprised at her choice of book. “It’s a good read.”
“You’ve readPride and Prejudice?” She scoffed, as if it was impossible for me to read a classic romance novel.
“Hard to believe, princess?” I laughed, watching her eyes narrow at my nickname for her.
“Like you wouldn’t believe, Ace,” she responded back, a devious smirk lacing her lips, giving me a taste of my own medicine and a new ridiculous nickname.
I knew she had a fiery side within her. Wouldn’t mind seeing that more often.
I put my hands in my pockets, playfully shaking my head and laughing at the bite she had just barely shown me. It was the most emotion I’d seen from her since she’d been here outside of her throwing punches at my face.
I guess I couldn’t very well blame her. When she was back at home, I could imagine what happened when she showed that fiery part of herself. It showed a certain level of trust that she was willing to give me a sneak peek of it.
“There’s a lot of things about me you’d find hard to believe,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t doubt that,” she said, teasing me right back with a mischievous giggle. A twisted part of me got turned on trading verbal punches with her: watching the way her face nose scrunched when I replied, and when she was thinking of a response. It was like my response disgusted her, and she had to put a lot of thought into her own.
“You better watch what comes out of that pretty little mouth,” I said, looking her directly in the eye, wanting her to know I meant it and what I was planning to say next.
“Or what?” She challenged, crossing her arms over her chest, another giggle escaping her lips.
“Or I’ll fuck that giggle right out of your mouth,” I growled. I didn’t know what possessed those words to come out of me, but the attraction I was beginning to have for this girl was almost too much.
I hadn’t had a woman in my bed since Soren had been here, and I was dying for a release. What Jude didn’t know didn’t have to hurt him, right?
She sat there with her mouth ajar, and no words coming out, wide eyed and with a blush running up her neck. I wasn’t even sure if she was breathing properly. I think I short circuited Soren’s brain and any rational thought with my words.
“I’ve rendered you speechless I see,” I laughed, trying my best to pretend I was joking and hoping she didn’t notice me straining against my trousers. Without another word and unable to meet her eyes, I turned on my heel and made my way out the double doors and to my bedroom to fuck my hand in the shower and try to keep Soren out of my head.
It’s just the lack of sex and the convenience of her. Nothing more.
But I could feel the lie I was telling myself. This woman was beginning to warm my cold heart. And part of me had no intention of stopping it.
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SOREN
Or I’ll fuckthat giggle right out of your mouth.
The words replayed in my head as I lay in bed that night, unable to close my eyes because when I did, against my better judgment, flashes of sexual fantasies with Kade were all I saw.
I could count the number of men I’d been intimate with on one hand. I could count the times I’d orgasmed on one hand, too, and that was only by my own doing.
No matter who I was with, they never did it enough for me. I had a hard time asking for what I wanted, whether it was out of embarrassment or that I was worried about repercussions. Or in the case of Jude, just wanting to get it over with.
I faked it whenever we were together, letting him think he knew what he was doing.
But the man wouldn’t be able to find my G spot if it slapped him in the face.
Hearing Kade say the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard come out of a man’s mouth made my core throb instantly. I had to squeeze my thighs together just to dull the want and the urge to jump his bones. What made it worse was having to pleasure myself in theshower thinking of everything else that man could do if that was what just one sentence from him did to me.
On one hand, thinking about sleeping with another man made me feel guilty. When I was growing up, my father always taught me the importance of marriage, and about staying faithful to your spouse, and loyal to the bitter end.
But then Lilah had gone and fucked the entire thing up by selling me off to the highest bidder and forcing me into a marriage I never wanted.
So while a small part of me feels guilty about considering being unfaithful to Jude, that son of a bitch would deserve it for all he put me through.
