Hundreds (Dollar, #3)

by Pepper Winters

I was done being the victim.

I’m willing to heal, No One. Will he give me that chance or will he expect to take me again next time we see each other?

Either way, I would survive because I’d finally made that choice to pick living over dying. I’d finally reached the pinnacle where I was ready to say fuck you to my past and hello to my future.

He kissed me hard and deep but with respect and affection,

I couldn’t lie, not while my blood gushed beneath his touch. My veins and arteries were a perfect lie detector, and he was the sonographer programed to read them.

We were fated for disaster before we’d even begun.

“I’ll tell you why you make me weak, Pim. You make me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. You crawl inside my mind when you have no right to do so. You intrigue me, confuse me, and make me contradict everything I know and believe. You corrupt me.”

I stepped backward, cursing the rigidity of my muscles and ache in my back. Wanting her had spread from my cock to my heart to my bones. She gave me lust rheumatism, and I hated that I was so far fucking gone, I came up with such ridiculous analogies.

I stopped, forcing myself to look into her sorrow-filled, wise green eyes. With one glance, she sent me to damnation. “I’m this close to snapping, Pim, so don’t you fucking apologise for being the only woman to get under my goddamn skin, all right?”

I believed in the way his lips parted as if I was the sunrise and sunset and not just a girl. I believed in the way his body contracted and softened as if one moment he’d leap to his feet and come to me and the next he forced himself to remain sitting and locked away.

“You understand you are the one giving me this gift, no one else. I’m not taking; you’re giving.” He eased back in the chair, his large hands going to his thighs where they dug hard into his muscle. “You’re in charge of this night, Pim. You tell me what you want. It’s up to you to show me what you want me to see. Give me what you want. Ask me to give you what you want in return.”

“There you go, listen to your body.” He drove into me. Again and again. “Don’t think. Don’t fear. Just feel.” His breath turned into gusting swirls. “I want you so fucking much. I want my cock balls deep inside you. I want you to shatter on my fingers. I want your tongue in my mouth, and your pleas in my ears.”

Endless moments ticked past before he pressed the book to his heart and nodded. “I’ll teach you whatever you want to know.” He paused, signalling an end to his sentence. But then his face softened, the mood darkened, and his lips moved with sensual promise. “I’ll show you anything you want to see, Pimlico.” His hand came up, cupping my face for a blistering second. “For you, I’ll do anything.”