Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
The wet sound of her mouth reverberates through my cock, and my irritation dispels in a primal haze of hunger.
I drag my thumb free of her lips and peel the covers away from her body, revealing a white nightgown that hugs every curve. Her nipples spear the delicate fabric as a full-body tremor moves through her.
The little liar is aching for it.
She lets out a startled yelp as I tug her upright and pivot her body, tossing her back down so she’s horizontal across the bed. I grab her by the ankle and drag her closer until her ass is hovering on the edge of the mattress. Then I drape both her arms above her head, pinning her there with my grip as I lean over her.
“Don’t move.”
She nods, chest heaving as I release her wrists and slide my calloused hand into her nightgown to grope her breast. A tortured whimper falls from her parted mouth as she arches into me, warmth blazing beneath her skin.
With a yank, I pull down the top of her nightgown, exposing her obscenely generous tits. A breath hisses through my teeth as I palm them, gripping and squeezing with a roughness that rips another moan from her chest.
They’re maddeningly perfect. The kind of soft I want to sink my teeth into and never let go. I’ve had six long years to plot my revenge, and in that time, I’ve imagined the countless ways I would fuck her, torture her, and mark her—starting with the most sensitive places on her body.
I adjust the balaclava, exposing my mouth as I dip my head to lick her nipple. At the first lash of my tongue, she gasps, her spine bowing off the bed.
“You like that, cara?” The words blow across her skin, sending another shiver through her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Tension stretches through her body as my mouth latches onto her nipple, biting down, then sucking slow and deep as she trembles beneath me. I test her limits, pushing them until she cries out, and I release her tender flesh with a growl.
Warmth blooms around her nipple, leaving a deep violet imprint of my mark on her. A dark, throbbing satisfaction beats against my chest.
“You want more?” I tease the words against her.
She bites her lip and nods.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please,” she rasps, her voice still rough from sleep.
I slide a hand between her thighs, pleasure zipping down my spine as my fingers slip through her arousal.
Fuck.
Staring down the temptation of a relapse, my intentions unravel.
“Where has he touched you?” I grit out.
“He hasn’t.”
I don’t believe a fucking word she says, but I wouldn’t accept any other answer right now.
Kneeling in front of the mattress, I hook my hands beneath her legs and spread her thighs. The sweet scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, and I close my eyes and inhale, chasing the high.
Torn between the need to punish or pleasure her, I drag my tongue up the seam of her pussy and nip at her clit. She bucks against the bed, a strangled sound lodging in her throat.
I unzip my pants and fist my cock as I watch her squirm, so fucking desperate for a release. Liquid heat drips down her thigh as a solitary thought loops through my mind.
I lap up the trail of wetness and circle her clit as I stroke myself with a rough grip. I want to bring her to the edge and abandon her to dissatisfaction. It’s the least of what she deserves. But every sound that passes her lips vibrates through me, fanning the warring flames of my desire and revenge.
My tongue sweeps inside her, velvet heat wrapping around me like a glove. She rolls her hips against my mouth shamelessly, her fingers reaching down to grab the back of my skull.
In response, I pull away and smack her pussy, prompting a sharp gasp from her lips.
“What did I say?”
She peers at me in the dim light, raising her hand back to where I left it. So fucking obedient when she wants to be.
I make her lie there, waiting me out as I palm my cock with lazy strokes. I made a deal with myself about how things would play out after tonight. But that depends on her. And right now, there’s no better test.
A long stretch of silence passes before she takes matters into her own hands and reaches down to touch herself. Again, I smack her hand away, and she glares up at me.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl.
“I want to come.”
“And?” I drawl.
She licks her lips, her eyes drifting to my cock.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
A low, feral groan rumbles from my chest as I shake my head. She has no fucking idea the fuse she just lit.
“Be careful what you wish for, principessa.” I slide my free hand beneath her ass and squeeze the flesh.