Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I try to curse at him again, but all that elicits is a soft, delighted laugh. His eyes glint in the moonlight, their deep green hue cruelly beautiful.
My bound hands shove at his chest, but he easily grabs them and pins them above my head. His other hand holds the knife steady at my throat.
He cocks his head at me. “You don’t seem to fully grasp your predicament. You still think you have a hope of fighting me off. But there’s nothing you can do against me. You’re so fragile. I could crush you without a second thought.” His hands tighten around my wrists to the point of pain before releasing the pressure. “I won’t damage you, but I will punish you if you don’t behave.”
The tip of the knife drags down the column of my throat, between my collarbones, and down to the lace neckline of my nightgown.
“Don’t you dare,” I try to warn him through the gag.
He shakes his head at me as though he’s disappointed in me. “No growling, pet. I’d much rather hear you purring for me.”
The knife hooks beneath the lace, nicking the delicate material. I go utterly still, primal survival instincts freezing my muscles as the blade nears my heart. My nightgown parts at the slightest pressure of the knife. He takes his time destroying it, watching me intently as he tears the silk in two. With each passing second, I fall deeper into his dark green eyes, as though I’m under some sort of spell.
Erotic tension crackles between us, heating the chilly, damp night air.
With one final tug, the hem of my nightgown tears. He makes quick work of severing the two thin straps at my shoulders, and the garment pools around my naked body.
“What shall I do with my pretty captive now?” he muses.
The knife drags along the line of my collarbones, the lightest scrape without breaking my skin. He traces the line of my sternum, his glittering gaze fixing on my tight nipples.
“You like this,” he observes. “My kinky little plaything. Are you wet for me?”
I shake my head in wild denial, even as I can feel the wetness of my arousal coating my inner thighs.
“Don’t lie to me,” he warns.
I shake my head again, this time in protest as he directs the knife toward my pussy. I stop breathing when the cold flat of the blade kisses my clit.
“Even in the moonlight, I can see your cunt glistening for me,” he admonishes.
He releases my wrists so that he can tweak my nipples, and pleasure arcs straight from the abused buds to my vulnerable clit. A garbled sound of carnal fear catches behind the gag, and he shushes me gently.
“I promised not to damage you,” he soothes me. “But you have to learn to behave. Now, be very still for me when you come.”
He says it as though my orgasm is a foregone conclusion, something he can command with a single word.
And he’s earned every ounce of that arrogance.
He knows exactly how to manipulate my body to force me to come undone.
With every sharp twist of my nipples, my body winds tighter for him. My clit pulses madly against the cold blade, a frigid reminder of his order for me to remain still. His control pushes me over the edge, and I whimper out my rigid orgasm.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You like my knife?”
The blade finally, mercifully, leaves my clit, and he flips it in his gloved hand. The rounded hilt presses against my wet pussy, and I shake my head in denial. My pride can’t bear it.
But I don’t have any pride. Not when we’re together like this. Dane strips away all barriers between us, and there’s nothing that can keep me from him. He owns every part of me, and I love the fact that he will do absolutely anything to possess me completely, no matter how depraved or ruthless he has to be to get what he wants.
What we both want.
As the cold steel handle slides through my slick folds, tears gather at the corners of my eyes. I blink hard, releasing the last of my pride along with them. I part my legs, dropping them wider in invitation.
His white grin is dazzling in the moonlight.
“That’s it. Submit.”
The handle pumps in and out of me in short, shallow thrusts. The metal is cold and unyielding, and he’s careful not to use bruising force. Slowly, he pushes it deep and tilts it, and I cry out when he finds the sensitive spot inside me.
“So beautiful,” he says, rubbing my clit with his other hand. “I want another one. Come for me, Abigail. Come all over my knife.”
The gag muffles my ecstatic scream, and my entire body shudders as pleasure rips through me, every bit as ruthless as he is. I ride the wave of ecstasy, greedily chasing every last drop of bliss.