Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Put those words back in.
Don’t tell him you enjoy it.
“I like to hear that,” he said.
“I don’t know what my problem was on that first night,” I said. “You caught me off guard, then you pissed me off. When your arm was on my neck I just finally realized I had no other options…”
“Options?”
I swallowed. “I had nothing left in my control. Same thing when you pinned my wrists to the ground.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “No options other than to spit in my face, Baby Blue.”
I let out a long breath. “Why do you call me that?”
“Ever looked in a mirror?”
I shifted on my feet. “I know my fucking eyes are blue.”
He stroked his cock a couple of times, and when I couldn’t help but glance down at it, he paused.
“I can stop,” he offered.
“You’re not going to.”
“Only because you love watching me,” he said. “And you don’t want me to stop, so I’m going to stroke my cock until I come, and it’s your choice whether or not you clean me off with your tongue afterward.”
On instinct I turned away, my heart pounding as I started to walk out of the bedroom.
But a new flash of anger made me freeze, turning around again to face him.
“Quit acting like you know me. I’ve never wanted to watch a guy jerk off. I only did it for you on the call because I was desperate.”
“And you’re not desperate right now?”
God, I hated him.
Or maybe I just hated that he was right.
He wasn’t going to quit calling me out.
“I can just go.”
“You’re not going to leave,” he uttered in a low tone, stroking himself in a steady rhythm as he pulled in a breath, holding my gaze. “Just watch.”
I couldn’t stop looking at his cock. The veins, the thickness, the fucking tip, glistening in the light. Something twisted deep inside my stomach, something hot and feral and completely full of desire.
That was another thing I always liked in videos—when the person who got caught actually ended up liking it, way more than they’d ever bargained for. It was plainly obvious that Draven loved being caught, and that I loved catching him.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” I volleyed back.
“Keep watching.”
I didn’t want to be within a hundred fucking miles of this man but I still wasn’t leaving.
I was fascinated.
In the same way that I would enjoy watching a python from behind glass, Draven wasn’t someone I trusted, but I still wanted to… witness him.
“There’s something wrong with you,” I muttered. Saying it to him. Saying it to myself.
“Come here. Put your hand on my neck,” he said.
The fuck?
My cock throbbed.
I glared at him. “Thought you only liked doing that to unsuspecting homeowners.”
In the worst part of my mind, I still wanted to retaliate. Put him in the position he’d had me in days ago. When he had so much pressure on my neck, and a complete ability to choose if I kept breathing or not.
Tiny dust motes floated in the air between us as I reached the side of the bed next to him, staying far away from his cock.
I took another step toward his face, the floorboard shifting under my weight.
Draven’s eyes opened again.
“You want my hand on you?” I asked.
He hummed. “Need it.”
Well, I have the control, now.
“You’re not going to fucking get it,” I told him.
Something flashed through his eyes when he realized I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction, and I swore a smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth. I’d thought denying him would piss him off, but somehow it only seemed to spur him on further.
“Hate me that much, Baby Blue?” he said in a broken whisper. He was stroking himself faster now. “You barely know me.”
“Whose fault is that? Tell me your secrets.”
I was too close now.
His skin was golden. I could see a faint scar along the edge of his jaw, another, thicker scar just above his collarbone, and a tiny constellation of freckles on each of the upper ridges of his cheekbones.
He looked like some fallen, depraved god.
My skin was burning hot now. My world was suddenly turning on its axis, slowly but irreversibly, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was dizzy from the inside out.
I really had thought I was nice until I met Draven.
And he kept bringing something out in me that was unrecognizable. Animal.
A flash of anger ripped through me.
I moved down before I could think, finally pressing my hand to his neck. I felt the vibration of his deep groan on my palm.
The feeling of his skin on mine made my cock ache even more, and I was so hard now it had to be visible.
“Going to make me come, Max—”
I watched his eyes, not breaking contact as I saw his pupils widen.